Lineage

during draught
days crumble
between hazy resistance
and forgotten legacies

there is a violence in the past
like an old bomb
lusty and hidden
left unattended
breeding surprise

each cell charged
with minute information
carried over
in a web of complexities

brighter than the scope
of the sun’s rays
and more intricate
than the formulas
of advanced physics

we can figure it out
but we cannot grasp
the connection
truly

every cell remodeled
to incidents sustained
multiplying in its own big bang

without witness we change
get born Rearrange adjust
and straddle to cover the distance

between past and reborn
lies a vast lake of unknown memories
floating uncared for

unhook it, reclaim it
and glue it back together
glue it back together
scrapbook of human evolution

there is a violence in the past
it resonates in many octaves
dissolves in skewed overtones
snoozes lazily
like a cat on a fence in the summer heat

content and unassuming
yet ready to jump
at every move made

repulsive wars cling on the inside of skin
oozing pus from ulcerated attempts of resolution

the damage
not undone
seeps deeper
than structures
we could ever name

there is a violence
trapped within
brittle the earth
that binds us
running through our toes
vanishing before its course can be traced

in the vacuum left
the muffled sound distorts

the earth echoes  
dim exasperation

there is a violence
in the past
defiance
will make it pass
contriving a halt
here