Different Century, Same…?

the Romans feathered helmets erect learned the sterility of war their Empire's wondrous landmarks became punctuation in history's soil their roads crossed continents in massive webs their confidence still glimmers in ancient armour and upturned pillars but now, we're in dress-rehearsal writing history our age split asunder by tablets lit with green-glowing back-turned candles - … Continue reading Different Century, Same…?

The Cycle

Sleeping in great, deep holes fallen like leaf litter to decay and mulch and then to rise again in a breeze's brief clarity a grass blade the soft sweet scythe of spring undigging itself an arm above terror a sheath for hope broken, bruised but almost human in mortality's thick soil black as sleeping