We Have To Return

There’s no other way, we have to return, Return here to resume once more again, And wash our very own dirt once again, Death takes us to new life, oft to new light, But more oft to our own dirt, our own blight, There’s no other way, we have to return. We have to dig out deeper a new well, Separate fertile seeds from dried fern, Discern from own breath all our fetid smell, Find from our own body lifelong of stealth, Clean up our own wound, dress it back to health, There’s no other way, we have to return. A doctor, nurse, nor yet a hospital May come to us, we must search and find out, And make our own medicine if at all, Find antidotes to our own deeds and doubts, There’s no other way, we have to return, And resume once again in a new churn. __________________________________________ Musings |01.11.2022| Free Verse