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