On Joel 2 and Ash Wednesday
Even now,
The land will tremble
With the troubled spirits and ancestors and witnesses passed on
Whose memory will cast judgment on current injustice
Even now,
The fog of depression spreads out
Encompassing the day and
Obscuring the sunlight that
Cannot, will not, disrupt the
Terror of this moment now descending
Even now,
Evidence of the scorched earth, their hubris, their policies, trails them
Like a path leading toward the culprits of death
Littered with the decay of the poor, the outcast, the migrant, the queer, the divergent and disabled
Even now,
The corpses lift their decomposing heads
They reach their disintegrating bones toward a sunlight that will not come
Asking, what did we do, other than try to become more human while we drew breath
