Without Restraint

Look to the sky for cruciform shadows of light;
winged muscle stone dead but still flawless,
places where you once flew beautiful Kite.
Ditch-broken carcass, lying quiet, not raucous;
of life’s pain, nature smiles at death so trite,
as if not a surprise but only a perennial reprise.
Knowing not what chorus will fill tomorrow’s song
we accept the evidential probability the sun will rise.

Blowing in indifference and blowing out the same;
passing even-handed over good, bad, right, and wrong.
Never offering comfort or a thought to why it came.
Winter warts, summer sores, the common memory taint
but indifferent to curses and never accepting blame
nature applies its embrace without thought or restraint.