Hands

His stretched sinew sowed

Structured, fragile, 

Beads of life.

These Miracles of molecules

He sunk to the dark dank earth

He covered and pressed

With hands

That knew the grains

of hope 

Locked with life

He knelt and prayed

with every pulse he set

Genuflected at the drill

Buried the seed;

Waited.....

To behold

The Resurrection.

Dead End

Dead End

Pour Panic

Torturous time ticks

Agony

Every minute

Peel the acid pain

Called life

 A moments Bliss

A pin prick

Will jab the job

Will lead us on

An inspired youth

 Of hopelessness

Drag us on a tour

Of turmoil

Black our eyes with dirt

‘til we see no light.

Rats roam like toys

Remote uncontrolled

Whiskers dipping dancing

Slowly they nibbled

 At the kernel of refuse

We called home

Radioing serene screeches 

Of despair 

Before silence

Perched 

before us

In a dusty

Beam of Light.

The Longing.

The longing



As if I had eaten a cake of salt
Crystalline crumbing on my tongue
That parched the longing in my ears
For the note in harmony, together sung
My thirst is greater than desert sands
My hunger a craving lust
That sucked the skin between the ribs
Carved bones from once round fleshy cheeks
For I am old my senses jailed
Numbed from you for weeks.
Though fond memories we have fleshed
 Though lonesome chasms we've filled and fed
Still I miss the candles wink
 Its soft flame upon your head.