God of Ruin
My role
is not a popular one.
I don’t get celebrated like
creation
fresh rain
new life.
Instead of feasts and festivals,
I get curses and crying.
Death, though necessary,
is a subject no one wants
to understand
or even acknowledge.
Never mind that
the ashes left in my wake
allow for the beauty of
change
rebirth
new life.
Never mind that
my responsibilities
are carried out
with reverence and respect.
Never mind that
there is value in what
ruin allows to come next.
Never mind that
I remember
each individual
I accompany through death.
Never mind that
I understand the significance
of each stone, leaf, and heartbeat
as I watch the effects
the loss of each one causes.
Never mind that
I never forget
a life
a death –
that I will never forget
you.
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