115 not so gentle reminder

Posted on January 19, 2016 by Ken Greenman

…and when Mother,
gentle suckler
behind willow, beneath lake,
tired of our ignoring ignorance,
screams at us,shakes us until
our bones break,
rocks, uncalled for, fall on us,
as She rises, fists clenched in
bloody, desperate self-defense,
our guilt, sorrow, remorse-
irrelevant-
buried with us.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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