Foundations

I think perhaps that the 

God of Heaven

weeps

at 

rivers

and 

seas

of blood

shed throughout

the history of this world.

Innumerable lives

hewn 

down

left 

to drain

out

their

life's 

blood

in some cause or effort

long forgotten.

Their bodies are the soil

upon which we stand;

their life expended 

part of our mortality.

Yet, we do not know them,

and often do not care.

Why have we forgotten

the foundations upon

which we are built?

Why do we seek 

to let the rivers 
of blood
flow

again

and

again?

7 October 2012

©Eleanor Clark