war and death; the why's and wherefore's
I float upon need
and greet the old enemy
stumbling over earthen mounds
fellows collapsing, souls risen.
Small brown envelopes in a drawer
in the shape of a widow,
I turn the shade in the window..
'For the Love..
would ya come home'
'I can't - I must fight'
were the immortal words dying out
on black grave ink
I live - I am 'Let be'
the simple truths unexplained
at minds berth
unsteady as a lake
where at night it shimmers-
and by day blinds others with
yellow reflection
drowned in mock spirit
beside deathbed charmed by
residual prayer rocking the shawl
and donning inexpressible
grief picked up at the
last bastion.
so proud yet lacklustre
in black's dominion
I choked on greed
and I embraced the new mist rising, rising.
cool imagination