Redemption in Destruction

The photograph said: “Look, a dead merganser upon the ice”

 

The bitter coldness brings to focus lithe certainties

While, at the same time, exposing deep frailties

Of expectation and desperation

Each is an impersonator lingering at the edge

Waiting the long hard winter’s dredge

To uncover the frozen destruction

And too, to reveal a survivor’s redemption

Though, neither is a curse into hell’s spate

Nor a promise thru sweet heaven’s gate.

 

The poetry said: “Look, life and death aftermaths have a price”