Ultraviolet Poem by L'Angley S Delmonte

Do we fight for our lives or live for our fights?
Our city underwater
We bleed red ink from a black pen.
Early morning never.
Flowers by our tombs wilt like we
Time stopping wind still.
The smell of solar heat.

Love is neither entity nor religion.
Saltwater, drink tears.
We set fire to our arid ashes.
House burning memories.
Living to see what death exactly is.
Towers’ shadows blanket.
The sun at its highest.

The sun rises and falls in its eternal cycle.
Once, twice, three times.
We never wake up from nightmares.
Never ending ever lasting.
A profession, to attempt accidents.
Skilled ever pleased.
Ultraviolet summers.

Words written are not words etched in stone.
Remnants of life.
Tears at last flow down Death’s hooded face.
Hourglass stutters, stops.
Our lips tell lies without consent.
Roaring by flying.
Exhaust left in the air.

The unknown is to humble humankind.
Sun drowning slowly
Fear itself is imaginary.
Constricted breathing.
Death has come, I am hung; cut me down.
Guilt touches trees.
The smell of summer heat
Remains.