scarTracs

Scars tell tales beyond their gasps      
or moans or wounds.—cab        
       
 the oyster hugs its pearls,          
       scorched by harsh grains of sand;          
           the sand, swept by windwhirls,          
                      annihilate the land.          
                  sweet ebon, wear your rings          
           —no tree as tall and proud!—          
       where time has grafted strings          
to pull you to your cloud.          
         
                      my children etch birthmarks          
                  from caesarean birth,          
           even as in notched barks          
       trees celebrate their worth.          
the thornbird paints its blood          
       upon a cruel thorn,          
           even as tears, their flood,          
                  upon a bitter morn.          
         
unkindly thoughts the heart          
       may, in stark blindness, bruise;          
           disconsolations chart          
                      deep death-marks in disguise.          
                  the soldier from his trench          
           brings nightmares home, of war,          
       whose futile battle-stench          
makes permanent its scar.          
         
                      man’s carbon footprints leave          
                  a heritage of woe          
           that makes the whole world grieve,          
       with no safe place to go,          
save to that dogwood tree          
       that bore the Prince of Peace,          
           from scarTracs to set free          
                  the soul that seeks release.          
         
© Copyright 2021 May 09          
by Clyve A. Bowen♫