A TESTAMENT TO VIRTUE

I lay at the root of a memory

I drift to a time before i knew your palm

before i was prey to decay, clinging to a remnant of home.

you know, i was a jewel once

suspended in that canopy, i reigned among wind and wings

the sun himself painted me ripe

if i could, i would speak of the greedy hand and the ignorant mouth that devoured too quickly to savour the nectar wasted on your chin.

the earth may let you forget me

but she will replace what you took, ten-fold and towering above you- a testament to virtue