The Law of the Weary and Worn
J. Carlstad
It’s the Law
Although I don’t feel
it fair
All that they have stood for
All that they have born
And now when the sun’s
rays
Bring hope
And renewal
It is now that they’re
done
They’ve stepped over
boundaries
That fence others in
Smoothly moving through depths
Of a cleansing chill
Facing blizzards head on
The onslaught a symbol
Of the trials they bear
They’ve co-existed with
the
Inhumanity
That often brings them pain
Grinding metal, squealing
tires
That mow them down mercilessly
Along life’s most treacherous
routes
They’re lacking in sustenance
Branches a bare offering
To the host of many
Wearing, wearing, wearing
away…
Until finally
Weary, tired, lost with the
effort of survival
A sun’s warm rays offer
comfort to tired bones
And settling in the comfort
of the afternoon
As the leaves begin to form
And life’s blood once
again courses through the limbs of trees and shrubs
The Law takes its own course
of action
And now, after all that they’ve
been through
All that they’ve born
Time is over and they are
done
Survival of the fittest has
won.
