delayed burial…

the dead man
did not speak
and
some in the crowd
questioned
whether or not
he was listening
but
people still came forth
some protesting
our state
of
continuous war
others complained
about
global warming
and
how their lives
had been changed
forever
more
than a handful
carried placards
and
screamed about abortion
and
women’s rights
those
concerned about
civil rights
for
people of color
residents
and
would-be-residents
appeared
only when the cameras
were flashing
and
their voices
we quickly muted
by
a series of rants
on
self-interest topics
in the end
the dead man
did not speak
nor
show any true emotion
which would be expected
from
a corpse
so when
the dead man
was rotated
and
returned
to
the senate
no one
was
really
surprised

 

they’re just dying…

more friday drink rounds
no one looks up at the screen
flood victims and such
first round draft picks the topic
wished they’d continued with sports

 

sacraments on a walking tour…

please
show some respect
for
the dead
and
watch where
you
step
oh
i know
these
unmarked graves
make
it
difficult
since
there are
so
many
but
they
were
the children
of
hope
and so
should be
afforded
the rights
of
all martyrs
with
or
without
church
sanctioned
sainthood
their
blood
that
now nourishes
the
earth
once
flowed upward
nourishing
the hopes
of
all
who longed
to be
free
of
societal slavery
hopes
of
leaving
these favelas
as
equals
to
those
who have
imprisoned
the future
of
dreamers
dreamers
caged
in
shanty town nightmares
offered
colorful diversions
instead
of
freedom

 

imperceptible to some…

©2019 Charles Wm Martin

i hear faint heart beats
pulsing and growing each day
like molten anger
veins pumping with odium
ready to bleed uncontrolled

 

you needn’t listen to me but….

Copyright 2019 Charles Wm Martin

aswang
is
as real
as
humankind
indeed
humankind
may be
aswang
one merely
needs
to carefully examine
how
humans
treat each other
war
of
course
is the most
incestuous relationship
but
religious behaviors
have
also proven
to be
characteristic
of
aswang
and
those seeking
wealth
through
political stalking
have been
heard
making
the
ticking sound
so commonly
found
in the darkness
of
life’s forest
as well
along
well-lit
urban streets
you may
well
think me mad
as
i blend
these spices
for
my sting ray whip
but
we shall see
who
survives
this night