where were you when the lights went off…

where were you when the lights went out

save your platitudes
there’ll be no raising the dead
from hope’s shallow grave
your words are dead dry flowers
on humanity’s warm blood
something to make you feel good
your words cannot heal
bloodied wounds of human flesh
nor suture the souls
ripped apart by promises
to support democracy
but bookkeepers rule the roost
so as often said
save your breath for future lies
reach into your purse
and place some copper pennies
on the eyes of all those who
trusted in your empty words

the hand dealt…

Ukraine Flag

there’s a time to die
we may not choose the hour
but we decide how
curled into a ball of fear
or defiantly to angst
but we all will die
there’s no miracles for death
only vague offers
of rewards and wonders for
our repentance for life’s sins
that doesn’t ease death
but shields us from some questions
we refuse to ask
there’s no need to spell them out
you’ve heard them a thousand times
that is not the point
it is more about how we
face what’s apparent
the presence of our own death
and how we play our last cards