Hitchcockian

I’m actually tired of being myself…

can I be you for awhile

 

I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,

as I run from an image defiled

 

I thought I was safe and had made my escape,

when memory reminded again

 

“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed

—the chains locked secure in your head”

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

Farewell To Arms

Where do you go

when your war has been won

 

The enemy vanquished,

the legion’s undone

 

What do you do

when your purpose is gone

 

The feelings still burning,

the will to fight strong

 

Where do you go,

the last battle adjourned

 

The fields lined in blood,

all caissons returned

 

As men march in unison,

their rifles unbreeched

 

A lone bugle calling

—the dead beyond reach

 

(The New Room: January, 2021)

 

“Condemned To Repeat…

The Pharisees vengeance,

unleashing again

 

To kill a ‘false’ prophet,

their fear redescends

 

The cross is made ready,

like ages before

 

The nails though still rusty,

hammer deep and secure

 

Their memories short sighted,

rejecting the fact

 

The last one they crucified…

 alive and intact

 

A new Resurrection

they’re about to ensure

 

Through hatred and envy

—damnation procured

 

(For Sister Marcella: January, 2021)