Falling Sky

Tattoo on your skin
Isn’t there enough pain the world
Children draw bombs
Falling from the sky
Sky has fallen down
Weapons we sell to psychopaths
Shake hands with the Queen
Human rights in lives
Of no consequence
Parents weep
I have cried
For the loss in my life
No anonymity
Visibly misunderstood
Inaudible screaming echo my rooms
So why tattoo
Unnecessary pain in life
Unless to distract
From emotional void
Children draw bombs
I have double piercings

The Statue

He take her hands in his
she is warm to his touch
and smiles though she has tears.
He leans forward and kisses her
tasting her mouth, salt on her
face. He is hot, she is is soft
as his tongue is aflame, his
stomach ablaze. Snow falls
as she steps back, smiling again.
There are flowers to gather and
snow flakes to catch, she mustn’t
miss her bus.
He stands as she withdraws her
fingers from his fire she turns
to go, he is rooted to the spot,
water running off him as she
catches snowflakes in her basket
and poppies in her hair. She sings
softly a lullaby to herself. He is
planted where he stands, watching
as her hair fills with crimson, her
basket with cool white. Slowly
she makes her way, as his blood
turns to stone in him and he
will never move again. She steps
aboard her bus, she gazes toward
the statue that she touched. It is time
to return to the asylum.
8 January 2016