THE DEATH OF SALT

If only i were a man

i started in the darkness

buried in the soil of the earth, reaching for the light

i was created in clay, water, wind

formed in the sea and rivers

formed to be a messenger

to speak for humanity, to listen to their tales and witness their lives

i weep for in my eternal sadness

they forged my wings from their bloodshed, years upon years of war and conflict

my wings catch the wind and i am in flight

traveling over cities and countries

looking for peace and quiet, finding none

i sat upon a rock alone surrounded by water

talking with my hands to the spirts of the dead

i look up at the sun; i went blind, from the intensity of the light

the voices of gods pierced inside my mind, and read my scared tattooed of transgression

now they know the secrets of the world

she , it, him , whispered to me 'IT IS TIME TO FADE'

i will never know if i will ever be born again

i am dissolving, feathers into dust skin to water

the wind blowes me away

my conscience becomes one of something that is greater than me

the last of me watches the moon rise and give birth to the stars

i am no more and yet i am salt

carrie ann kawa 4/2007

that is the end of our friend salt will he be back honstly i do not know i never force a poem or those who choose to be in them if or when salt comes back i will let you know

next week "man of white and stone "