(In a season of false strength and defiance)

Waves of man
somber and cruel
screeched steel, plundered the sky
and plucked out light and innocence
eternity had dreamed out for them
to kneel in, to die in

A birthing of vestigial heroes on a sacrificial plate
for the one eyed god of Jealousy
to torment until the flock of days inure
their gaze to flows of sorrow, and the

Once-upon-a-time-heroes like paper cranes fly
down a damp ravine lamenting yesterday’s thick foliage
left with dreams of individuation
a leaf, a rope or a comb clinging to heaven’s roots
in a dark night forest.

(silence was a friend and a foe).