a scarred wind blows silent

 



a blowing wind
stinks with fear

the children's play
is covered with rust

rotten is the fruit
of man's labor

January has taken
refuge in the soul

mercy has become
an immigrant looking
for safe harbour

truth is looking for
a place to hide it's
scarred face

all along tortured
river banks, dirty
waters moan

the eyes of history
blink

an apple plucked
from a tree

Osiris falls from
the sky

a monk burns in
Viet Nam

the rage of man...

nothing more than
a field mouse wandering
lost in a dark forest

beneath the glorious
fires of heaven