Virginia is in Chernobyl
waiting on the angels to come
a story written with lost time
sacrifice just for one moment of silence
truth, to ease the bleeding stab
beneath the ribs
Virginia is in the wind
seeking witness
for golden lights to peer on
souls in the tempest
A spirit that still lingers
underneath the earth
Virginia is in the radiation
sins of fathers
diseases to the children
down to the nerve endings
Seeking some solace
for the unrest they endured
Virginia is in the ink
which stains the conscience
seeing a life changed, gone
the willows singing her a song
Virginia is in the tears
fallen from skin to graves
which mark time
of things in hearts lifted great
Virginia is in the moon
sunken low in view
making reminders of her hue
she is the perfect blue
Soft howls erase the gloom
crescent wings of a lunar loon
Virginia is in the White House
making her path to mountains
ones dedicated for so long
to sickness for decent life
Blood spilling for crypto
each new pain a former ancestor
Virginia is in the anger
that says life is life
to seek justice in heartache
access to the eternal light
Hope to seek the forever
knowing how little we deserve
Virginia is in the future
knowing the ghost
rages to get the answer
one that will never cease
To know good sometimes comes
that rains eventually calm the droughts
— Virginia Is















