The cell wall didn’t feel like her skin

the coming night held no mystery

 

Just the sound of clanking routines

to punctuate the misery of solitude

 

It was not like the battlefield

where he could satiate his emptiness

 

Long nights of nothing rescued by morning

when another kill would replenish his reason

 

Here the unwanted new day brought unlocking

forced association without a worthy enemy

 

Her touch replaced by seething hatred

the red brick rough and bloody against his fist

 

The desert was an open cage of confinement

in this new place rage seeped through solid walls

 

Some men could cry he could not

his old life had already forgotten him

 

 

 

Truth sat upon her righteous cloud

drifting serenely unchallenged and proud

 

She felt so aloof up there on her roof

no need of trivial burdens of proof

 

But truth had forgot of the things she knew not

so many truths changed outside of her lot

 

The people below would point to the sky

shaking their heads as she drifted on by

 

In such rarefied air there was little to share

of changes below she didn’t much care

 

Her anchor worked loose and the tether undid

the ground slipped from view the horizon was hid

 

In the spaces between where balance had been

a new world evolved that was no longer seen

 

So seek truth with your eyes to speak truth in clear view

for the void shelters lies that truth can’t undo

 

Words repel an Empty Page

A Robin flits The Tree,

Heaven quells Angelic Rage

and sets A Demon Free…

 

Omission and Commission

with or without thought,

are licence to permission

when bent to please The Court…

 

To do or not to do is Dust

when in the balance weighed,

what’s gone is gone and surely Just

when on the field played…

 

Yet time reveals the damage done

when viewed from journeys end,

of intrigues thread so finely spun

no tongue could twist to mend. 

 

 

In the cool air of the nave

the walls retreat from all but grief

 

The space between hangs still

no need of tears or mock belief

 

The silence is enough of heaven

that souls need never leave this place

 

The flag draped vessel so proudly primed

an end regaled in humble grace

 

I thought to write without one word that placed our species here,

though in one line my mind deferred all hopeful want of such idea.

 

To write the firmament unlit or forest stripped of woodland life,

this sphere devoid of us in it might surely mean some other strife…

 

would in our place too meekly rise beneath such wasteful ways

and do more harm than human life in half as many days.

 

What more are we than what might be of greater harm or lesser blame?

we cannot set our conscience free nor can we hide our shame…

 

but we might tread a lighter path to move with fragile care

that when our time has gone at last there’s time enough to spare.

 

Built that someday they would come,

their war and their solution done.

Not by rail or cattle truck,

not by chance and not by luck.

 

By design of no return

In Blood & Soil their New World earned.

Crushed and killed that they might rise

to rule beyond cold baltic skies.

 

When enemies invert their roles,

what’s lost and won is more than souls.

With so much gone not one thing gained

that on their blitzkrieg’d shores remained.

 

Drones and tanks and Zyklon B

raised two cities by a sea,

One to never serve a guest,

Another, where only dead men rest.  

 

Gun in the fridge

the strangest thing

now it’s just full of

Vodka and Gin

 

Gun in the fridge

belt buckle checks

burst ear drums

bodies and wrecks

 

Gun in the fridge

drive round again

buckshee rounds

in a bag in a drain

 

Gun in a fridge

don’t carry ID

over the river

in the place they call free

 

Gun in the fridge

thank fuck I’ve no kids

what’ll we do

when we haven’t got this

 

Man in a fridge

tag on a toe

take the past with you

wherever you go