Bigotry
the thinnest veneer
of our civilization
so easily torn
–
scissors-
crisp, fresh
white sheets
the thinnest veneer
of our civilization
so easily torn
–
scissors-
crisp, fresh
white sheets
milky shafts of light
shine on the dust motes hanging
in the evening air
–
slow curls of smoke
faintly glowing
embers
toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam
–
wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge
what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror
I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego
I’m never alone
my ally, my enemy
you’re always with me
–
ever present
that little voice
of self doubt
bandaged wedding vows
broken trust slowly healing
despite all the pain
–
loss…
mostly
regained
a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink
–
an obligation
the contract
signed in blood
a dying ember
brightened by love’s final breath
at last extinguished
–
autumn
the last robin
falls silent
deeply search your soul
and when the darkness calls you
choose not to answer
–
evil
waits for an
eager listener