[emerge]

bearing witness,
through this keyhole of the cacoon:



peering in with wide-eyed lense-
moans of dying,
motions of life.
paining to see the wisdom in this



apparently thoughtless strife.
bearing witness,



what God would strike this creature down
and let it go hours unsoothed.



kill it this instant!
if i had any might,
if i had bigger eyes
they'd eat the blood, with their claw-like lashes



and clam the creature to a calm death.
bearing witness,



my eyes are dry-
nothing develops ,
nonsense diverts .
focused on the pain and how the world is dying



apparently so achingly.
bearing witness;





then God emerges, changing heart
and unlets chains of gnawing depth:



the gut eases and me -
tears submit,
tremors rip
this worm into a dove, fluttering



apparently so flawlessly,
bearing witness.~