preamble to decay…

words shredded
with
hate and anger
lie
unrecognizable
at
the feet
of
lady liberty
a few scraps
have been
reassembled
freedom
for
pursuit
of
more perfect
common
to
insure domestic
welfare
do
ordain
ourselves

 

inveterate…

has the world
changed
or
just
our
awareness
of
the world
the wounds
have always been there
some folks
just needed
a bit
of
salt
to feel them

 

replicas…

wrapped in a comforter
of
memories
lying
in bed
head buried
in
pillows
of
what could have been
day passes
into
tomorrow’s night
when
nothing changes
outside
the world
ignores
all human tragedy
as if
watching
an old rerun
and
perhaps
that is the case
history
repeating
don quixotes
we all