Psalm of a secular human

by Skinner Matthews

 

After you were gone, I found myself

contemplating our backyard. Peonies

wilting above strangleholds of thicket

weeds, the broken backbones of lupine

scythed into bales of mottled hay

a typical landscape in the state of

New Jersey. The grasses, black bent

and sweet, fray in the light, rally

in the penumbra. Without answer

from the three-person’d God*

why must I serve watch to these

small acts of living? Withering

lilacs in hollowed skulls, waves

resuscitating the overdoses

of too much love, the eaten heads

of praying mantises disembodied

from their limbs despite their prayer

and vigilance. These children no one

can save from what death truly is;

the forest no longer swollen

with chanterelles, no raptures

no pangs untended and suffering.

No names, no emptiness, no longer

anything wind-whipped by the rain.

White cloud upon white cloud wave

goodbye to a sky that is no more.

The broken words tremble

in our throats, manna is in the ashes

the rickshaws are made of bones

monuments the color of glass

the hewn road is not mysterious.

Songbirds sing, together or alone

achingly pure in the wisteria.

*John Donne – Holy Sonnet: Batter My Heart

Skinner Matthews is a poet living and writing in Bluffton SC. He writes for spiritual enlightenment, with an informed knowledge of the working class. He hopes his poetry brings light to the many dark places that exist like landmines in the streets, neighborhoods, and family households of the working class. He has been published in Autumn Sky Poetry, Livina Press, Rising Phoenix Review, and future publications in Ekstasis Magazine, As Surely as the Sun Journal, Amethyst Review, Stray Branch Literary Journal, and the Sea Change Anthology [8th Edition].