Reckoning

Life lived
In the spaces between realities
Astounded by the fragilities
Of barely conscious humanity
Standing on the blood soaked
Lands of stolen identities
Grief swept plains
Dried crisp in swealtering heat
Raging rivers now whimper
Unsure if they will have the strength
To wind their way back to the Mother
Oceans choking on refuse
Infected fevers of once cool waters
Emptied spaces
Where life flourishes no more

The Earth brings up Her dead
Bones of betrayed children
Brought en masse to the surface
Of human unconsciousness
Testify of inhumane cruelty
That can no longer hide
In plain sight

Lives lived
In the spaces between realities
The Truths we deny
And the fantasies we buy
Hiding from shame
In gated communities
Pretending there is not
A great Reckoning coming
Privileged whiteness
Has never been clean
It is stained with the blood
Of all those oppressed
To buy its privilege
No tears of too-late remorse
Can wash away

~ aurora winddancer
July 1, 2021