there is truth in death

there is truth in death

be it a whale, a gull, a 

mother

blue and green and warm and

loving

she weeps and weeps

not unlike Our Lady of Sorrows

and yet we her blessed

her chosen

choke her in greed and

convenience

of polymers set

in colors or in clear

but what is 

clear is that 

there is truth in death

in suffocation

in the strangulation of a turtle

in the toxicity of

breast milk feeding the chosen

whatever you do

to the least of my people that you do unto me

unto me and my mother

for as she continues to give

until her last breath

one thing is clear

there is truth in death

and when she

takes her last breath

what can we ask ourselves

paper or plastic?

bkmackenzie 2019

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posted for Poets United - Plastic