dust to dust

i read collecting novel dreams

and additional information with breaking news

for my students in classrooms to beat

every dust in way to their becoming

greedily push my offerings

into tiny minds like huge gunny bags

assuming a smooth

and successful sailing in this world

i read collecting novel dreams

and additional information with breaking news

for men, women, and children of dust

with pretentious and pious faces in holy spaces

they sing and dance my offerings

into hardened hearts like multi-holed paper bags

assuming they now had in hand

their passport to a nether world

with neither a smooth sailing in this world

nor a hope to enter an after-world

of gods and goddesses

i with a firm conviction of my being dust

and to dust i return i now pause

to look at the present moment, soon to fly away

like dust on the surface of this world

before another present, yet another dust, is present

henry victor      07.05.2007

Note: Picture here is a photograph of my two-year-old granddaughter Josephine Victor’s artistic creation!