Turtle Hand God

{gone} I think God took you away. That blissful- ancient mist of man. Simply swept you up one day with a big turtle hand. Turned you into a pillar of marble, in place of your warm, sweet skin. Scribbled a few words to replace your smile. Cold numbers in place of a shimmering rainbow... 1969-2001. My nuclear winter...how devastatingly cold. {gone} Thoroughly hoed my Eden mind. Velvet flowers uprooted by a R.I.P. current. To make room for plastic words- plastic flowers sprinkled with salt and sorrow. {gone}