in life, many tortures

many crucifixions

many massacres and death

defying imagination.

the human is boxed

frozen in ice

then buried in hell.

forgetting is freedom

the key to atrocities.

we open our mouths and scream

to break the grip of death

to wed a voice to pain

a face to humanity. 

* A BOY NAMED WEED

up

roots and all

he came

from the pull

of life

to long

beyond no

chosen, given

sent

to be

more

than

weed

to be

wonder

-Jerry Schroeder, Cap.