The Remembering Poem
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 24, 2021
Under clouds lamenting
mouths distended, time dying,
animal blessings and fresh baptisms
God rests musing,
little bony children always behind
their dreams—easily enthralled
with their own dishonesty
Behold, the still Mother fearing each hereafter and
youth defiant without meaning
She knows the butterfly will remember
its flowers, should any survive,
and her children will forget their crushing footfalls
and brief cycle to apehood
In solitude, liberty
But soon, humanity’s children gather,
summer having shed it’s sting
Goodmother, eyeworn, closes them briefly,
stars gleam
Their sparkle of forever teases the
remembering poem, should any
be watching,
dreaming
beneath an unclouded sky
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