Chosen

Howdy folx. I'm feeling a bit broody today, which sometimes makes for decent poetry. Here's what came out. Let me know what you think.

Chosen

I love you,

said the Universe

as she pummeled me

into the Earth,

ripped my corpse

out of the dirt

only to throw me

against weathered mountains.

I have chosen you,

She says as I slide

into cool rivers,

chosen you to show

humanity its foolish folly

its varicose vanity

its egregious ego.

I rest upon a riverbank

feeling no pain

because I am pain,

& I remember

being a child

being beaten

by my mother

beyond submission

beyond comprehension.

Afterwards

she would always hold me

in her arms, cradle me,

rock me softly,

& tell me tenderly,

I’m sorry. I do this

because I love you.

You can’t fail.

You are hope.

You are chosen.