Wail of the Resolved

And there he lies,
Weed, trapped by weed.
Held down by weighted sand.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

But then he screams:

He screams to the leaves.
He screams to the plants.
And he screams to the earth.

And there he dreams,
Cloud, chained by cloud.
Raised up by vapor thread.
Cycle to cycle, rinse and repeat.

But then he screams:

He screams to the birds,
He screams to the cold,
And he screams to the fire.

And there he lives,
Death, halted by death.
Torn down by thickened vein.
Man to man, woman to child.

But then he screams:

He screams to the lilies.
He screams to the waves.
And he screams to the blue.

And there he sees,
Word, hidden by word.
Made up by slighted sear.
Blessing to blessing, stale and disguised.

And then he screams:

He screams to the air.
He screams to the green.
And he screams to the dead.