The sorrowful —-

packed inside

the piercing thoughts

and incessant inner

droll


Paralyzed —-

in toxic breath

and black sounds

the streaming dark figures

that whirl, and howl

and blend


Driftless —-

in the burnt out sky

a churning red blaze,

peeling flesh from the bones

of the tombstone soldiers


Arsenic blood

in a deep altered state —-

too much

too little

too late


Faces in the shadows

with hints of home —-

let us find ourselves,

and bring

comfort lost