Apparently there has been a minor controversy over the recent mispronunciation of the democrat VP candidate’s name.
For clarification it is spelled Ka-ma-la; pronounced BITCH.
Glad we could clear this up for you.
The Reaping
They came to the pier
Some to board the big ship
Others only
to say farewell
Bon voyage! From the shores
They go with god
or a talisman in pockets worn
to another green world
where the grail overflows
Youth carries the cup
to catch the rain
In paradise that awaits
will catch only the sweat of their brow
Clear the forests to open plain
where absent partitions
they sow the seeds of their own harvest
The tip of the spear breaches the shell
or slow poison to soak the soil
Unfamiliar winds sweep the orchards
Carry the distant echoes
of the bells of home
The bitter fruits of disappointment
fall to the ground
After the rapids
Cold and in pain
weary of travel
Past the rapids now
into broad and placid waters
still deep currents run beneath
You are adrift
carried at mercy
to where jagged rocks await
Can see the impact coming
Dreadful consequence
and fallout
Can not save you
though we see the bottom
Can only call out
but you won’t hear
Can not save you
it’s not my ship to steer
The Pyre
Gone to lie down in the wild heath
atop the glacial ridge
Above the jagged scar left
from the ancient
Brown-green waters fill her void
Stones crawl through history
to lay their fingers across the flowing strings
The sweet song of stones
rise from the waters
to soar with the circling buzzards
They bring water and air to the earth
Now only fire to complete the cycle
Lupine
The destroyer performs his role
absent judgement or morals
Gleefully shredding your fragile parchments
those mortal remains of your fantasies
The wolf in him no longer cowers
Sprays his mark upon your temples
as he exits from back alleyways
Ever back to the forest
eschewing your piercing lights
Better seen as twinkling dots
embedded in distant hillsides
Always known
never to belong
