Every Fallen Thing
- John Cornelison
- March 21, 2015
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A year after Oso, Arts WA is hosting a way for poets to memorialize that tragic event. Here’s one great entry:
One March morning the landscape shrugged—
fields dammed the river, hillsides fattened and rolled
—a hungry black bear feasting on every fallen thing.
When there is no one to blame but the rainfall,
no trial, no jury, no jail—our cry for justice is empty.
We have only the hope of no one suffering,
that bodies succumbed the way an infant enters sleep,
and the small consolation of April—
foxglove and salmonberry in purple defiance,
having found a way through such deep mud.
Valentina Gnup Portland Oregon - April 2014
- http://artwithaheart-forum.tumblr.com/post/82119897770/every-fallen-thing
Hear more at: http://kuow.org/post/poems-deliver-sunflowers-fukushima-foxglove-oso
Read other poems at: http://artwithaheart-forum.tumblr.com/
