Oh, did
you realize
that behind yon turbid
welkin, glide sprites who stabilize
grim skies?

“Soon, lunch
for the children,”
Ma squawked with cheerful punch,
while beheading a husky hen
for ten.

Oh Love,
do be silent,
for, there, prowling above
this den, is the spy who was sent
from Kent

tiger
flames fall upon
her skeletal shoulder
as this dolorous antiphon
drags on

bodies
veiled in burlap
sway in the midnight breeze
when our driver stops to rewrap
a chap

—————-

LVIII is a bit dark.

wise walls
whisper of lies,
as wily twilight falls,
then…irrevocable truth tries
to rise

listen
to the devout
voices, for they glisten
in the distance as they strike out
to shout

yearly
bitter combat
has just about nearly
deprived that despicable Rat
of fat

minute
by minute we
resolve not to commit
to change which would let us truly
be free