The Drought
What thirst,
what fire,
drives your
plaintive desire?
A fraud,
a freak,
a Knight
with nothing to seek.
The world
opines
on the deep
divine.
I slay,
I rot,
I figure into
this for naught.
What is the
trembling dream
you dissipate?
Fire!
Stretching
I’m dreaming of the demon;
desperate fare.
Believing in the leavings;
desperate dare.
Who are you to winnow me?
Righteous hare.
Can you spare the seedling?
No more cares.
Walk through
the case with you.
Figures are drawing.
Figures are dreaming.
Desperate hour,
walking nine.
Tell me more
about the line.
Stretching.
Silence Frowns
What silence frowns on darling light
that keeps you staring into the night?
The orcs return amongst the fray,
sending us to the last decay.
Featuring in and lovely bright,
what monster dines on you tonight?
The pall has come and shaken still.
The beasts feed on the finest swill.
Forever is not far from here,
when you hold to things so dear.
We bother you with another cup.
The bird flies out; a lonely dove.
Then it issues from the mount,
the figures long that we can count.
You disregard me in dismay
and find your truth this very day.
Now it’s time to celebrate
all the things that you must hate.
Don’t look on with grave disdain.
It brings you nothing but your pain.
The United States cannot allow the pain and suffering in #Tigray to continue.
Promote peace in the region. Contact your elected officials today.
House Rep: https://t.co/eAlFNHIKUx
Senators: https://t.co/XVw7dMkDQZ