Behind closed eyes,
the future still to mourn
Grieving in a blinded state
—orphans left unborn
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
Verbal Crusade
The newly armed Prophet,
his heart beating strong
An old disarmed Sage,
living futile and long
If words could bring victory,
the benign would then reign
But vows must be forged
with steel edges of pain
Intentions when noble,
bearing witness to fact
That for change to bring truth
—must the wise man attack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)