Falling Sky

Tattoo on your skin

Isn’t there enough pain the world

Already?

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