THE GODS ARE TO BLAME

 
The clouds rained down celestial bodies;  
Angelic beings held seeds  
In their left hands,  
Others, a right handful of soil  
"To multiply, they must be together" said the law.  
 
Smashed by a thunderous entrance, the  
Council gate collapsed in pieces. In white  
Robes, I walked in with a blackened seed.  
"How dare? Comest thou with an unclean  
Vessel into the hollies?" A voice ranted angrily.  
 
Eyes soaked in cold blood, I held firmly,  
To what use to be an adored seed, my portion.  
Declared unclean even by it's very creator  
-my fellow gods- because of it's new color?  
A choice it couldn't make?  
"Isn't it black because it is dead?" I asked.  
Silence...  
 
Another burst of shattered flames echoed  
In a man floating  
Amid the welkin carrying  
A strapped lifeless seed dripping  
Droplets of warm blood...  
"Abomination! Another dead seedling?"  
Yelled one like a god.  
 
"Yes, I picked this one from 2014 in New York,  
Struggling in a chokehold gasping for breath"  
He replied. Another suggested...  
"Thy seeds on earth are obviously not growing,  
Maybe they are dying from claustrophobia"  
I thought, "that's true! It's a sign of greatness"  
 
"Blasphemy! Both seeds and soil were created  
Perfect for each other" another retorted.  
"A seed can never grow if it doesn't die first"  
Another spoke from the bible.  
"But by its death, the soil is enriched"  
Isn't that the law? One asked. Silence...  
 
"Are you saying it is okay for them to die?"  
I asked.  
"They must be separated" a voice suggested.  
"Surely they will both die being apart"  
Another replied. Silence...  
What must be done? The gods were confused.  
"This is a mystery!" Silence...  
 
Dressed in mighty flames of extreme  
Brightness, one like a king stood up,  
Looked forward but pointed westward, he asked,  
"tell us, how did it die? Was the sun black?  
Were the clouds sealed?  
What killed it?" Silence...  
 
Thy seed lying head down, peacefully  
Trusting the soil would make it grow,  
Started gasping for air, motionless,  
Bearing the soil's weight...  
Groaned...  
"please, I can't breathe"  
 
I explained, "Maybe the gods are to blame!"  
"Nothing can be done now,  
We may only pray for them"  
Said the mighty one. But tell this to them:  
"A seed can never grow mightily if it doesn't  
Die first because they weren't supposed to be  
Limited by space" Silence...