RESURRECTION

by Richard Schnap

Through the sealed glass of his window
The bleak landscape of his life passed by

Shopping malls like shrines to false gods
Abandoned factories like extinct beasts

But sometimes he’d see a laughing child
Playing in the wasteland of a fenced-in field

And flowers blooming in barbed-wire lots
Their faces bright in the morning sun

For despite the darkness of his dead-end dreams
Life endured in the most unlikely of places

So he did not grieve for the ravaged earth
But wondered instead how it overcomes its defeats