Healing

A bird's wing will flap
Until it can't

A road will survive with patches
Until it can't

A bridge will carry in spite of cracks
Until it can't

The heart can survive desolation
But often
It won't

It has to know how


What power inspires mind over matter?

What drives the engine of resolve?

With rain rich clouds
Earth's abundance knows of harvest
Yet
Even with emotional acuity
Man's essence can succumb to the heart's drought

Might we heal this plague
This duplicity of action
This fraudulent manipulation with words
This denial that wounds are open
Festering
Allowing infection to spread

Eventually

Not even tomorrow's Apple product
Can provide the next change of dressing
The shielding of inexorable viscous fluids of hate
These all white blood cells of mind's cellular debris,
This necrotic tissue of what was once the heart
Now pumping polluted hope
Coagulating sentient struggle into lesions of discharge
Providing nourishment for Exudativores

While a starving and famished morality
Staggers across a dust bowl of impoverishment
Needing less parental business models
Less religiosity mocking secular common sense
Needing even less of modern man's material cure all
There exists living frailty in search of answers

Perhaps

Some additional honest spirit of heart and mind
Can overcome the airborne pollutants of empty words
Vacuous actions
Deceitful intent
Commerce determined to heal not the needy
But enslave minions

One can hope

But as healing continues to grow by proxy
By dint of A.I.
Will shiny products in hand
Forever replace the ability to reach down
Pick up the bird whose wing is in need
And provide a healing only the heart can insure?

MIght Madonna be listening?
Is a strip tease an appropriate dedication to hope
For a critically wounded 14 year old?