History
bitter grievances
at the holiday table
long past time for peace
–
unrelenting
a winter river
choked with ice
bitter grievances
at the holiday table
long past time for peace
–
unrelenting
a winter river
choked with ice
pulled taut and snapping
the pole holding fast the flag
standing at half mast
–
icy rain
her cheeks
freshly wet
a torn cap worn low
collar turned against the wind
shrouded in darkness
–
a squalid doorway-
scant shelter from
the bitter cold
I’ve changed all my locks
somehow your keys still fit in
and still turn me on
–
cold winds blow
your call comes through
in the dead of night
stolen innocence-
inured to constant violence
and lost empathy
–
distant wildfires
a false sunset in
the eastern sky
shutters hang askew
a cracked and peeling screen door
banging in the wind
–
fading laughter
shards of glass litter
the sun baked earth
wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt
–
a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell
lingering on a
sea of empty promises
wet with resentment
–
dripping-
an eagle’s
empty talons
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence