A “New”-Reality!?---How!?...&-Why!?
(an-awakening!)
I was busy just-opening one of my big safe-deposit boxes in any-bank
Held myriad gold-coins to gain my-horde
as I enjoy special high-rank
Suddenly like a lightning-flash my-mind
gray-fogged in a cosmos-swirl
Quick-standing on a muddy-water river-bank
before a fragile native-girl
A-tan burlap-sack covered her shivering
thin-body hunched against a tree
In bony-arms she cradled a ragged-blanket
holding a cold-infant set-free
Big brown-eyes stared-lifeless absent
any further-want to shed sorrow-tears
Poverty &
War & worse-poverty had stolen her-youth of a-hard fifteen-years
Any anchor-roots
refused to-sprout early-ripped away from nurture-soil
Enough-to-eat for day-to-day survival
fending-off troubles, snares & toil
I had witnessed lost-Hope! “desperation” when any industry-Captain fell
My adrift-girl seemed but a wraith with a story she could-not
possibly-tell
This proud-heart lived above any-fray but at the pathetic-sight it
fair-melted
Money! &
Power!
I celebrated-life very-fine! Wine! Women!
& Song!-belted!
Hollow-lithe skeleton quaked in
abject-despair as an angelic-spirit resigned
Death-of-the-baby had severed
soul-from-body in an evil-anguish
assigned
I knew-not what-to-say having-had no
experience facing a vacant-lost ghost
Gold-coins in me-hand held-out to her
seemed an un-Christian insulting-boast
Corse-vile Money! She could neither-understand nor-want nor covet-in-sin
And---I had no worthy gesture-offering…I knew-not where ’ere she’d-been
Seemed-I might have been-able to assist
in some small treasure-measure way
My-wealth! Business-acumen! Cunning-wit!
Failed! Any-aid? Held-at-bay!
I wanted to tell the-girl “Life is like
the river-water bringing green-abound.”
I wished to hold her close like a
father-comfort---but…Courage
not-found
Didn’t-matter! ---The damsel
saw-me-not!...Her senses halted-in-abeyance
An evil-vacant
loss claimed her dismissed-spirit/soul in-lost Hope!-defrayance
Not-a-single-word did the Young-lady utter nor even acknowledge-me
Her-situation spoke-volumes that even a
blind-man ought begin-to-see
(Part 2 tomorrow)
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