Hell For Plants by Martin Willitts, Jr.


                                                              Dogwood in Repose Apryl Skies © 2010

They are modified, plied
open to beginning
of creation
into the lack of choice
or convictions
into a convinced perfection
into a resistance
to drought or disease
and in the transformation,
falls.
There is no going back.
Everything fails
into a loss.
If there is a heaven,
it is certainly not here
in the microscopic eye
of a heartless creator.
I open envelopes of promises--
heritage seeds
spill
as blood
into wine --
small changes begin.




Martin Willitts, Jr. ©2013