I Still Pray Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Expectations of the dire crown
Frozen hope melts
We glimpse the dharma green
Shelters in the blue gray waves
Dylan Thomas glib as spring
Winter lions in Oedipal retreat
Read the Classics by the fire
Listen to the wind sing of time

Ambivalence under the skin
I await the sly elves
Reign of silence quells solitude
Your soul joins the split kingdom
History changes like reservations
Well-fed poetry is so boring
I go to my unconscious
The dead smile like summer shores

Acts of kindness without ledgers
Woods broken by slaughter
Ghosts watch the moonlight
Fires burn like food lines
Statues of the wealthy donors
Symbols unraveled in parks
You walk alone amidst the wars
Some how I still pray