A Time To Kill

Fresh graves.

Black soil raised an inch above

the surrounding paler lot.

Death once again,

and my son initiated it.


Last fall one of the ducks

didn’t duck in time and

A dull axe came down,

several times,

upon its neck.


The trauma of the

inadvertent torture

of the Thanksgiving

“other bird” didn’t

stop him from

killing again.


This time there were

four clearly marked

graves with a stick

upright on one end

of each.


He told me he

buried them alive.

Much more chilling than

a blunt object to the

back of the neck.


“How could you!”

“Uh, dad, it’s a garden,

not a cemetery.”



“Listen carefully: Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal.” John 12:24ff The Message

 Wheat field


  1. Great poem and passage. We do need to learn to move forward in life instead of clinging….

  2. heck…that made me hold my breath first… ha…cool illustration of that verse jerry

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