It Began Poem by Tate Blackman

It began when men turned into weapons
She was a bible in an offering
She had this strange fierce sense of proffering
The day it happened began in seconds
An eruption of nature brought heavens
A shower of dampened fall flowering
Men's eyes turned away from cruel fathering
she saw a beauty in its obsessions
Complimentary mats say come in death
When men stood still only she grew too tall
Men would never begin to understand
Winds that blow troubled are only a breath
Death held her hand as she stood on man's wall
Fathers left her to be lonely and damned