nor do I rue the earth itself
painful and beautiful
and as perfect as the inexorable processes
will allow it to be
but oh my fellow creatures
with whom I am one because of the One
oh Suffering Christ on every rood of creation
how they are another story altogether
how rue of them then crushes with
the imperfections of relentless processes
and I am changed by weakness from faux righteousness
to be healed of my vanity but left ugly
to rue the earth and every day I am alive
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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