Obliterate

Today he spoke of how his heart closed

Witnessing so much trauma

That it was almost as if he had not choice

But to go cold and numb to feeling

Until the wounds hit closer to home

Stealing his breath

Arresting his heart beat

The pain in his chest

Spoke deeply to his soul

About the denial of

That part of him most vulnerable

And whole

Capable of encountering the depths

That tender part

That the powers at be

Tried to obliterate

To turn him into a killing machine

What then became of his tears

And of his humanity?

And what too of the endlessly crying sky

Longing for a brighter sunrise?

Fields may also weep

As the soft rain seeps deeper and deeper

Into to the places where obliteration of millions

Made the earth witness to a bloodbath

How the trees must have trembled

How forsaken

Did the angels feel?

And yet there was a later awakening

That needed to happen

After the shattering into torn fragments

Of all of the best and devastatingly worst

That a human soul

Is capable of enduring