Untitled Beetles
for Patterson Schackne
I too believe that beetles speak from longing
loved by a God that never speaks to them
that after looking around for somebody
else to do the work finally it's up to them
the beetle people the beetle poets
to examine the records very closely
for the ones that work closest to the outer bark
and listen for the scratches near the heart
scrying and carving a message no one hears
except you and me and that small child over there
also loved by a God that can't clean up his mess
this one encouragement is our commonality
as we see the souls gathering in their places
under the sky by the trees standing in the wind
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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