Patti Masterman Poems
The Heart Foretells
The heart foretells
The omens, of our sight:
Seasoned trouble hides
By clouds at night.
The graves a killer
Knows not a single name;
Shadows stealing lives
And trading blame.
The moon alone is brave,
Above the fray:
He highlights every eye
With dreams of day.
The Belly Of The Beast
Lost in the belly of the beast,
We look up and see all those curving arches,
And we think then that we're in some majestic cathedral;
But the next sloping corridor takes us down to the mortuary,
The processing station, for what we are busy turning into.
But we still ignore the smell, as we're too busy believing
That for us, a great feast is being prepared-
Just like children at christmas time
Always believe the world is organized solely around them;