Waiting for the music,
naked and alone
the words become orphans,
unsung and unknown
The letters in limbo,
each phrase nether blown
with melody absent
—the magic disowned
(Rosemont College: December, 2021)
Coup D\'etat
Fashioned in enameled vacancy,
the gentry’s veil was pierced
Exposed unclean, all vices seen,
through fury sharp and fierce
The folly of their blasphemy,
whose cover all but blown
With blood to flow from ramparts high
—once driven from the throne
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)