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Good Grief

The day they shot our boy farrow
I did not submit myself before them
a disaster of the loss consumed by tears
nor did I sense any cause to implore them
about what his death might cost.

I was told the weight of his life
surpassed by far the weight of his death
and the space he left in his place
would leave us all bereft
only of the success we lost in his theft.

We could not in good conscience
succumb to the threat implied of his end,
silence ourselves in the loudness of his death,
and in doing, ignore the fortune of finality
to give way to the future and end the past.

Thus, when at last,  our boy farrow died
I, as well as anyone else that day
did celebrate all the rewards that
were said to be coming our way
while the executioner looked
for a new soul to blame for our dismay.

The Frightful Things

Shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you,
at first they were just loud and mean
preaching gospel, angry or obscene
we thought they’d pass back into the blue
Shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you.

but they came from older things
long dormant, though well maintained machines
and without challenge their power grew and grew
shh, be still now, or they’ll hear you.

Catch These Hands

                      Era
                   Upon       era      built      with
                   ideas     made   stone       by
                   those      who    knew      only
                    how        to        use      them,
on               orders   from   those     who
knew           only     how   to swing them,
     as         opposed as the   digits are,
        coming     together   to     grasp
             the    world    and    create
                  structures    so     great
                        that  no  one  sees
                           the      sadness
                            the      blood
                           or    the   guilt
                           thick     within
                          the     substrate.