vince gullaci Poems

The poisoned
chalice
of wine
so sweet
...

Something more
than the mundane
that would stretch
these old wings
...

I've
seen the future
and it looks
like the past
...

Erring in haste
Belies
The slow burn
Of regret
...

Blinded by power
The noise and thunder
Of strikes far away
Masks the creeping fallout
...

Where am I
Going to run?
In the glare
There's
...

The heroes
Lie dead
Still warm
In their graves
...

The line
From the mother
Stretches
Back to eternity
...

Can't hide
From our waste
A smell
That delivers us
...

And in the darkness
Was a void
To fill
With all the fantasies
...