Evergreen
You have seen
with no eyes
the turn of tides
a century long
and you have felt
with no skin
the soft caress
of a gentle wind
and you’ve heard
with no ears
your brothers fall
beyond trail’s end
and you have smelt
without a nose
the smoky clouds
of your own demise.
The New Kind
War and terrorism
breed a new kind
of harden heart
through the land
as seniors hide
the cunning blows
upon foundations
which they rely
and babies cry
for mother’s milk
replacing all
they ever knew
and a starched collar
binds the neck
that neither turns
to faith or love.
by Dave
4/18/2011
