and today I slay death
it was my way
knife-heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for man
and the council,
the pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and,
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal-rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak-near
the hand grab my heart
heroes save, what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along, tomorrow-
today the gift is given
softly, we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
and simple pleasures
:: 03-12-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 