run aground..

digital decoupage cwmartin

there shall be
no
resurrection
your way
of life
was
caught upon
the wings
of an albatross
headed
out beyond
tomorrow
long before
your eyes
were opened
to this day
look not
to the vast sea
for your fate
but rather
into the tide pools
amongst
the jagged rocks
where gulls
scavenge
for
survival

be not silent to me…

 

the tank
heavily plated
with the steel of hate
crossed the border of reason
shredding the fields
of hope beneath
its tracks
moving like an old ship
burdened with an albatross
around its mast
sailing
to a minaret
pushing the walls
of the tower
into the ground
to bury the sounds of prayers
but come the dawn
they hear the call
the sound
caught upon the wind
could have so easily
been mistaken
for the sounds
of falling leaves
but slowly
it grew louder
a chant
a demand
that peace
be now
without delay
and then
the silence
of despair