God took a piece of Heaven
and rounded it out
cut a marble from a crystal ball
to set life upon.
But hell crept across the Earth,
and took over like kudzu.
Earth is where Heaven and hell collide.
Fireworks light up the roadside,
purple chocolate stems spray up, over and down
ending in large sparks of white
of dual sided blooms,
a dusty, gentle green and purple chocolate peticoat
for the white star flowers with dusty mauve markings
I breathe in the strong smell
nearing a fusion of lavender and honeysuckle
white, liquid ash falls down my fingers.
I marvel at a milkweed flower.
Birch smells a little like a fine baccer,
sweet and spicy
only without the acrid tinge
that smells like that time I got sick
when I took a chaw.
I pop a piece in my mouth
and chew it to a wet straw.
As three horses with a baby cross a dusty road,
brown mohawks racing down their necks,
a lone turkey nervously climbs the hillside,
and a black mountain in the road turns out to be a turtle with orange markings,
looking like Halloween,
tucking itself into its shell
cautiously,
as I help it out of the highway made of earth and rock.
A deer timidly pecks its way in front of me,
while butterflies,
birds,
and summer's last cicadas,
dot the land with life.
Light and shadow waltzed
through valleys
and over ancient mountain tops,
sunbeams and shade playing hopscotch across hills and hollers,
rolling down the slopes like children,
as I walked to a spot in paradise,
where I could see hell
where Eden had been razed over
and it crept up to the edge of the remanant of Shangrai-la
where we stood,
and I prayed that when we died,
Heaven would not have mineral rights
that belonged to the people
living elsewhere
those in hell who did not know
and did not care
what they were taking from us. |
Submission Name: Mineral Rights
