the button

and a belly

pushed together

a render

 a fruit

must had been intended

a parallel

mind and matter

like the release of the A bomb

    materializes 

its'target as energy

    from the presence of water

Holy Sasafras

    what an explosion

the morning after

    she pushed all my buttons

        and had to shake hands with a doctor

          I thought I needed one myself

               and found out she only needed my buttons

 even in Hiroshima

      they at least bow low 

           to each other

             and not to a bunch of buttons

 hardly high

     from the floor

         as the hard of the earth

               is low to heaven

   maybe stitched in place

make the heavens look still

       to always grace

         who ever pushes

            what

                 where ever

  a war 

   never wars with a heaven  

''till

   one find a way

           measure

             its' level from the leaven

               planted harvested and grows  

                hand led

                       born from the earthened floor 

Marvin E. Kirsh