don't judge

don't judge me
by my actions
stone me in this
world of appearances
the sitcoms, hidden
in the march of the postman
by any weather, endeavor
the purple coifs
under hijabs, regret
that we never did begin
to excavate
our acne'd, alabaster
faces for signs
of quiet soliloquy
tones of a primordial
sludge of sacred
reverberation
speaking volumes
to legumes
and moss, and other
forest dwelling
peoples