Digitalis

Beautiful flowers, rising like spires, cups of color adorn the pinnacle. I marvel at the small miracle, as they defy gravity to keep such a weighty display of nature’s wonder aloft.
It rained a bit this morning. The added burden of water brought them down, flowers fading on the ground.
“I heard digitalis were poisonous,” said Soo.
“Like Hemlock?” I asked.
“I guess.”
I think.


Faded flowers
A disappearance
Summer showers
Tears appearance
Marching
Assaulting
Cha-ching
We’re faulting
Policies
Sending troops
Overseas
Killing groups
In the way
Or so you say
Peace
Freedom
Fleece
Wisdom
You think
We dumb
You blink
Act numb
To facts
We see ‘em
Attacks
Ad nauseam
Do you see a resolution
Is this your final solution
From whom will you seek absolution
When blossoms pale
And the bullets hail
Wars will fail
They always have
A burn’s salve
Brings late relief
After fire has wrought its grief
Regardless of how well applied
Tell the wounded he hasn’t died
Here’s some healing
For what you’re feeling
Treat the skin
But what’s within
An understanding
That what you’re handing
Medicine
Western sin
A hospital
A broken skull
Where’s the thanks
For our tanks
Leave?
Believe
Our best intentions
And latest inventions
Were designed to save you
If, perchance, we killed a few
What were we supposed to do
Collateral damage
Was expected.
Next Haj
Resurrected.
He speaks with voice inflected
Backed by experts well respected
Your land lacked inspection
(and a dose of genuflection)
trust us when we say
what we do
is good for you
your buds can bloom another day.