The Faults of Peace and Safety

Under the willow tree I sat and wondered
how the shaking limbs of an instrument can make our hearts to fall
and how the number of leaves upon the dying life of this broad tree
will only lessen in the shadowed spaces over growing the grasses
of where we once grew tall / of what we will become once we
are no longer dredged in a false sense of peace and safety
set upon us by those dredged in a false sense that
we were at one point left unprotected and afraid
of what we will grow into / our faiths our disbeliefs
our sudden realizations / our aspirations caustic as waterfalls
contemplating what words we hear when the violins
overcome the static under the radio
bleeding out from the edges of our refrigerators
meaning what will we be when our sustinance
dries out dries up towards the shrinking roots
will the apples fall farther from our tongues
than once predicted by our predecessors?
and will the will and whims of impulse
slow to stagnant palpitations?
the hand grasps quill across parchment
to scrawl what we thought we meant
that perhaps all of it may not all just go to waste
destroyed / empty as the heart compartments
cut into our gasping dusted chests
withered as the cysts upon the skeleton
lips of our dead and dying christ
the flimsy matchbooks under our lapels
busting at the seams fractured and flaming
there will come a deadly wave
that will leave us with nothing
so as I speak so the words dissipate
as I love still still my blood will stand still
and the spirits of all life on earth
are expendable / just as the broken chords
may sing loudly cannot help but one day
sing a little less than yesterday
cassette tapes disintegrate
brittle bones may fornicate
tearing heads and limbs may
scream out to another
clawing scratching to communicate
and the light gracing our scalps will fade
there is no hope but that which we create
and there are few things that I know
and there are fewer things that I know to be true
but one of those things is that
my soul is as full as it is desolate
and yet even at this very moment
the light runs deep through my
head with love and a reason to be passionate
and even in the static and death
and the running shaking cold
the hate curling around the earth
grasping taking hold
it will sing to me from the hilltops
and I will on concave heavens stand
and let hate know that it shall not pass
and when my voice fades and cracks away
and smokes away from the radio waves
look and know and see that I will always be
everything that I need to be
look and know and see I gained it all
the day life's waves crashed over me