Why Weep
Why weep when there will be nothing But hard ground to receive the tears? Salt remains after water returns to the sky, an Offering to the Creator yet again, but bitter. In the lands where His son walked There are tears again, and blood. In the lands of many more There are tears again, and smoke. Why weep when the tears cannot nourish The earth and its fruit, the grass And the life that blooms without me They do not feel my grief, but still grow. I've made this offering before When a devil snuffed out lives in a school, In a church, In a restaurant, In a theater, But also down the street, in a blue uniform. Here, too, the tears cannot nourish For nothing grows out of the asphalt, Yet He whispers for me to let them fall I obey, I shudder, and they do. And so the Mountain Spirits dance around, Their healing from ages long gone. Creator's Mother looks down, and smiles The snake destroyed beneath her heel. This is why I weep: I see those Who Have taken...