Death leaps through the wind
mouth thin,
hungry with the smell of it.
He
creeps forth
to the end of light
where
shadows bleed into night
leaving behind
bits of flesh and bone
held tight
together
by
arms of stone.
We laid still
under the rising dawn
too old to live
in
child's blood
murdered
with a lie;
tears fill a hole
in the heart
and
scream out our soul.
Sent home
alone
in the dark,
naked and small
on
a
slab of pain
with no name.
We
buried ourselves
in dust,
“In God We Trust.”

The
sun blinks
and
in a flash
winds collide
shattering
to dust
under a heated sky.
The
air rises up
cut
razor-thin
yet
tight to swallow
scorching breaths
of
angry men
set ablaze
on
eyes
gutted by rage.
Left behind
shadows of earth
walk
into time
and
disappear
in soft hours of light
drifting over
mornings of lost years.
A
trumpet sounds
calling
dreams to men
on whispers of wind
echoing
down
to a breath of dust.
It
never ends.
Night is
and
again.