Irony – Iron Haiku

warm sands and tropi-
the cat yowls and paws my face
demanding breakfast
–
morning zoom call-
for the love of god
mute your mic

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land
–
beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust
–
acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach

staring at the clock
waiting an eternity
for the time to change
–
my mind’s ear-
wide awake
in the dark

a postulant soul
emerges from the shadows
selling fools false light
–
silver tongues-
gilded lies and
tainted truths

autumn afternoon-
the sound of a cricket lost
amid the tall grass
–
rotting wood-
silent shadows
of the forest

staccato drumming-
the evening rain disappears
into the night’s fog
–
scorched earth-
rain on the tin roof
far too late

a stone foundation
the remnants of a sawmill
lost to the forest
–
after the fire-
the chimney casts
a long shadow

a rotting boardwalk
crosses an estuary
flowing to the sea
–
low tide-
razor clams
burrow in the mud