(un)natural
when we came upon the carcass,
dust and maggots in mass, the heavens
opened to tears and prayer, silent
though they were,
and no one dared speculate on
cause or danger ahead. each
piece of flesh that becomes
nourishment becomes a gift to
something, these creatures,
this earth of recycled givens
taken for granted
by sheer existence.
decomposition is the
creation of chaos,
the bundled horror
of what we imagine
as our fate.
Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker
Photo ©2012 R. Burnett Baker
Photo taken by R. Baker, October, 2011 Lake Buchanan, Texas.
the header image . . . gasp! rick the words today . . . breathtaking . . . i think that this is one of your best pieces ! wow dude!!! steven
ReplyDeleteThank you Steven! I've had this photo since last fall. some of the images I took at the dried up Lake Buchanan are sobering on many levels. thank you for your thoughts about this piece!
Deletethe header is a wildflower I sprinkled seeds for last fall and photographed....only a few came up, but I'll try again this summer.