steve a. manolis poet

Buried Soul

 

 

Speak to me, unwanted death

tell me you light shines brighter beyond.

 

Speak to me, empty vessel

point me towards your soul’s flight.

 

Speak to me, pregnant mother

for the still born that live in boxes.

 

Speak to me, glorious country

that you power has strengthened your sons.

 

Speak to me, virgin lady

of love you keep hidden from view.

 

And speak to me, highest priest

anointed by the hand of one.

 

And tell me, omnipotent being

why buried souls lie among the ruins.