Glen Martin Fitch


The Profane And The Sacred - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

'You green poop' Koko,
Dragons of Eden, Carl Sagan

My father said
he knew he loved me
when he volunteered
for my first diaper change.
It wasn't something done
by men back then.
'Your poop was green and gooey,
creepy, strange.'
All life seems one long,
time consuming quest to separate
the good things from the bad.
We hoard the precious
then discard the rest.
“Just tell me I’m not THAT
and I’ll be glad.”
Alas, 'shit happens'
much to our dismay.
We often panic
trying to stay calm.
We search in vain
to find some other way.
But ask a farmer,
artist,
healer,
mom:
in life
there is no “me” or “you” or “it, ”
'cause everything is sacred,
even...


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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