Death of a Cactus

Walking in the desert
I’ve passed by him 300 times and
Never given him a second look.

Today I found him a fallen angel,
A giant who has been sentinel to this land
For three centuries, maybe more.

He was an infant when Padre Kino walked by.
Grew his first arm when Key saw bombs bursting in air.
He laughed when the Babe hit his first home run.

This week, he toppled.
Brought to the ground by the breath of God.
Wind takes no prisoners.

Lord of the Desert,
Bless this creature who has prayed to you
Since his moment of incarnation.

Bring him home.
He is one who has lived in peace
And all in your name.