None Mercy

God, there was such pain

Constant

Bombardment

The love of a lifetime toppling as the city wall

A series of shofar blasts heralding not justice and courage, but cruelty those years

These years, I tilt my head hoping to drain the ringing and echoing from these ears

All an image or impression away — the mountains, the oceans, and desert sands steal me back

Or a wedding song

A life that escapes me, a pain impossible to escape

She

The sliver of time before I became tragic
Was it a wicked serpent’s word
Some desired autonomy
This devotion to husband and child?

Think with me honestly
What of heart’s protracted pain
Is my sweet apple affinity
My downfall?

Breaking

There are times when shadows will not do
Will not do
Will not do
When their storied presence pains the eye
Pains the eye
Pains the eye
And I see wrong mystery, dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors
Dark’ning doors

Evermore

You were dangerous to us
“possessing, and full of”
Your “me” mentality
Experimenting with our experience
Traumatizing our time
Leaving behind
Ghosted train tracks
Coming ahead
Haunting this road
Moreover,
The unhallowed years-
Unending and never over
What peace?
What peace there might have been

Certain Genus

Find me in the reedy, agonizing greens and violent violets I never thought would hold my wings again.

Breathe with me, I beg you, as I flail, purposely so, deciding between the strange new Summer air or the viscous depths that would welcome me.

Pray for my soul, please, that the beautiful others, lost or prowling, don’t know I’m a threat or delicious at all.

Naught

All I learned Today

Blood’s thicker than Truth

I unsettle You

If my thumb’s broken, it was not for Naught

Kids will find their Fun

Joy lives ‘longside Pain

Victims don’t live Here

Hamstringed

Somewhere between rounding third

And sliding into home

I’m hamstringed

I stop

I fall

I decide

I’ll not be tagged

There in the middle-ground

Could I crawl back and recover?

Counting on my brother’s full count

His double

Sweet time

His home run hit

Sweet savior

Instead I stand again

A fool, for certain

A rocket gone awry, we’ll see

But to the delight of the crowd

I seek home