James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

Death Soil- -

I left the garden
With matted up soiled fingers
glowing N dark in the light
Unbelievers but up a good struggle, good fight
Grasping body entailed in nasty soil
Been given many chances to change my mind
Lived this hell once, now it's being burnt on the surface a dead soul

Blood running warm down the streets
Charcoal heated surface dust
Sour fleshed dipping’s of mummified lust
Just what is left?
Nuclear holocaust-death soil- -
save us all Lord
for we all are just death soil...




12/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

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Curtis Moorman January 11, 2020 at 8:09 AM James, my Brother, As the last breath leaves the physical body, decomposition sets in immediately. We all will return to the dust from whence we came. But, Praise God, we who believe will have a glorified body, meet Jesus face-to-face and be with Him for eternity. So the tainted soil we create in life will become rich soil that will produce 'plants for the Kingdom' if we till it, water it, and pull the weeds the portals of Heaven will be filled with song. Amen! and Amen! A great poem!