into the beautiful winds

when you feel the pain

of the eternally discontent

fooled and driven like animals

trinkets of treasured hope

when you feel the pain

of gentle tears and unlit silence

and know that there is true respite

from the fever of life

and you marvel at the simplicity

of snuffing out the insane

flickering on the candles in the glass

at the entrance of the church

then I know, I am death

destined to ferry souls to

the next place…

the assassin is the priest

and my prayers are said

to unravel the rope and let

fly the strands cut and cast

into the beautiful winds

that carry souls to oblivion

(28 Oct 2015)

O Gladsome Rage

I see the sky slowly rolling out

A bold canvas horizon to horizon

Swirling chemistry of dark shadows

So heavy it crackles under its weight

Suddenly the sky descends

Clutched by invisible gravity

Hot thick and smelling dust

Drenching bits of dry grass

And my face down to my feet

The trees are glad of heart too

… And yet it’s been raining for centuries

like this in all its indifferent glory

… yet here I am storm and dust

… and I will blow away and be no more

But today the storm breaks for me

Just for today… in gladsome rage

(21 Sept 2015)