armies in the night, steel
wheels scrape
the sacred earth.
...
Thin lines restrain,
sameness
my breath contains,
till I can no longer feel
Your perfect pain!
...
Windy day,
undulant sun
floods smooth cut of lawn
...
He scans the desert night
for apocalyptic stars
and shrieks with delight
when hurtling spears
...
I see its raw fury clawing at her hands,
Kissing her sallow face with lies so perfect on silk pillows,
Concealing raw, gaping wounds inside, the insult
The harsh silence, the enforced peace.
...
March rain, thick mists drip
from grey branches, glowing grass,
rising like fire.
...
Clean and cold, bird-full
dawn’s veils dropp to where starlings
rear their satin heads,
...
Easter morning
sings green
allelujah.
...