Ipod-etry II
©Scott Schumaker

“Time has told me”
that our moment as it has been
has come to an end.
If we turn around now
to view it again
we will, like Lot’s wife, become pillars of salt.

“My private war” –
with its soldiers fighting their own family –
spilt over its battlefield into yours
as yours spilt into mine.

“Hang down your head,”
listen to those battle cries
the soldiers weep
even as they fire the bullets
meant to kill us

What saves you and I
from becoming the living dead
is the soft mound of
    earth angels,
    flower petals,
    bed sheets,
    and
    band-aid kisses
surrounding us
and
our desire to surrender.

“Love is the place”
that turns bullets into
stars shining in the sand
“just like heaven.”
 
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