(This poem originally appeared in The Brethren Evangelist, Spring 2017)
Each and every last one of us born.
All below, six feet down, wormed through and maggot torn
The faith scorners, elegy mourners, the hobbling drunks in alleys forlorn.
Those who paid, those on parade
at the peep show for glint of flesh, wanting more, getting less: her sunken eyes, baubles, regret. Whether in the Long March of Mao or the Death March of Bataan
or every uniform belting And the caissons go rolling along!
All the upright in heart, the spirit downtrodden.
Figures in history’s annals long remembered, the washed-up on Omaha Beach, forgotten. From the ones of whom portraits are painted to the common man, the ramen man who laid the rail and rightly so should be sainted. None left out of all creature existence -
not the ones earnestly waiting, thinking men with posits debating, the bent over, pricked by cotton, by whip’s insistence.
Waifs and strays, industrious tycoons to the breadline marooned.
The preyed upon, the played alongs, the malnourished with bellies ballooned.
The minstrels who fill the air with radio songs, accomplices to foolish pleasure of back seat wrongs.
Peasants in fields whose lives are holy. Kings on thrones though hellishly lowly.
From Abel, whose blood sank in the sod and Cain and progeny in the Land of Nod to black boys and the white men who sought them, caught them,
shot them and claimed to justice they brought them and swear it true on the Book of God. All of us with our defying of God, our lying to God, our crying and sighing and our hearts crossed with hope our words are flying to God.
All who hear, feel,
create, wield,
destroy, touch
the silver-framed photographed faces and such. The blushing, the grinning, the saintly, the sinning. The healthy, the dying at death’s doorstep thinning. Few seem ready and bathed in blood, seems only right since He got splayed on wood His bowing so low, meekly, mercifully so, knowing us that we may Him know.
Even when all knees shall bow
He will lift up our heads to look eye-to-eye,
and this in love, oh how. Oh my!