apologue…

civilization
mankind’s most cherished of myths
never realized

 

 

evolutionary rewind…

these thoughts
i have
are
without consequence
they are
merely
my attempts
to order
my breaths
into harmonious chords
chords
once transcribed
into notes
of memory
will be
forgotten
never
to be sung
again
nor
played
upon
some
angelic harp
these notes
are
much too
sour
for that
my
words
the lyrics
are
empty prayers
that will not
halt
the procession
of tears
that carve
their way
across
a child’s
surviving parent’s face
nor
will they
feed
one
starving child
whose name
will remain
unknown
to most
accept
those
who stand
beside
their
gravesite
all
will be
forgotten
and
the circle game
will
begin
again

when pilate saw…

i am an old soldier
the scars i have
and the wars
i’ve fought
are many
each scar you see
is yours
for each war
has been for you
so my blood
runs in your veins
transfused there
by some battlefield medic
wars
that you have
only read about
not cared about
as you stood in line
at starbucks
holding the morning news
in hands now ink-stained
hands that you washed
as if the ink was blood
and you wash them again
when i returned home
scrubbing me from your memory
as well as any thought
of your part
in those deaths
upon the cross
of freedom