Seconds hunger
days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams
Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again
Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve
One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
They wait till I sleep
and hide within
recalling old memories
and past chagrins
Those tracks untrodden
to walk again
each choice unchosen
—my dreams befriend
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
I am not
me
We are not
us
They are not
them
And here is not
there
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Death indicts you
seasons past
prophets marking
spells recast
Life remortgaged
debt remains
time indentured
—hope reclaimed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Buried in the sand of ill regret,
a rifle washes free
Remembrance of a time when darkness coiled,
a snake of Russian greed
Its chambers empty, sights removed,
it could not, would not, fire
Perdition’s tide reclaiming fast
—its shame into the mire
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
Death twisted history,
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving all hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today—evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
Deep in the fountain
of life’s betrayal
My knife drank freely,
a last denial
With screams unanswered,
he tried to run
The first of many
—from Odessa’s son
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
If the first casualty of war
is truth
The next casualty of war
is peace
The third casualty of war
is life
Until the last casualty of war…
hope
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
Locked behind the doors of my heart,
good wishes sleep unsaid
Whose key I’ve lost and yet to find
…this lonely empty bed
With dreams undreamt and vacant nights,
the hours linger on
All hopes and tidings unfulfilled
—and feelings all but gone
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
Don’t make the time,
take the time
—life inside the difference
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
