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Flesh and Plastic

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poem plus a verse nodding to tomorrow

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Flesh and Plastic

(having heard about the current cancer rates)

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How do we poison

Ourselves

How do the cancer rates

Increase

I looked outside

Through polluted air

While inside

My mother fought for life

Or couldn’t fight

When the disease

Or medications

Were too much

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And I couldn’t help

But wonder

Do we do this to each other

Change condensation nuclei

From dirt

To chemical compounds

And so our snow in winter

Raindrops

All year ‘round

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We poison up our food

The animals

And plants might have it

Too

With all the Earth

We used to praise

And respect

If only scenery

For action

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And now maybe

The Earth talks back

To say

You could once blame us

For our parts

In quakes and floods

Eruptions

But as you do

What you do

To yourselves

With how you build

And how you bury

How you live

We must share the blame

For a plastic planet

Made of chemicals

That do not make the cycle

Of planting

And fruition

But poison everything

Removing what is natural

(what is ours)

From the seasons

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From what is natural

For life

The life that we would have for you

Even with quakes

And flooding

Eruptions

The harsher liturgy

We provide

With all the living

Rather

Life

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The God whom we report to

Might be sad

Might be angry

Might be waiting

As with faith

For you to get it

Change

While polluted soil

And water

Air

We keep waiting as we can

For change

For better boxing

As discretion

To let the poison

Be mistakes that mar

Rather than

Daily living

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For now we take

The poisons as we can

While expecting

Your human race to change

Before the earthline

Fails

And falls

Before the fire consumes

Where then

Would you go

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We wait

God waits

So change

Already

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C L Couch

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planet earth

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Introit to All Souls

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November two

All Souls

Yesterday to celebrate

The living church

Now to remember

Reconnoiter with

The church that has gone on

Some of which

That stays behind

To watch

To receive prayers

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Thirty Means End of Story

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Thirty Means End of Story

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How will it end

We do not know

What happens next

We have great lore

And supposition

We have stories

Of returns

We should believe them

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C L Couch

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(not years—thirty is or used to be a sign in journalism)

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Photo by Rishabh Sharma on Unsplash

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All Souls Narrative

All Souls Narrative

Picnics by the graveside, skull candy, many
lights inside the darkness, families
remembering

the dead who live again in heaven always
and with us here just now in our memorial

ways; if

family outings can be sacred, then this
is it.

There was a small cemetery across
the street from where I lived; I would

walk there and once
enjoyed a staring contest with a deer.
We’d look; whoever took a step toward
the other, the other would move back:

an hour of this, and we were done.

On another night and once a year, respectful
people would show up to place a candle
on each stone; this was

unofficial yet quietly and happily done—a
day of the dead
for the living.

There was music, too.

The deer would object, I’m sure, the
flames, the crowd, the noise
however small, and all; but

Deer has all the forest behind
and, I’m sure, its own way
of remembering, as I

remember her
in the days I have until remembrance
will be for someone else.

C L Couch

All Souls, a Poem

All Souls, a Poem

A remembrance of those who are far on
And yet, like Patrick’s breastplate, who
Are over and around us
Above, below, on either side

We are not alone this day; we are
Accompanied
By those whose earthly, counted time
Is done, who
Live in kairos now
Kairotic time, the time of God

Souls, the spirits
of un-never-lived, live
On, live now, live well
Until unmeasured time
Without measure
Ends

C L Couch

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