Waterfalls start slow
he storm within seeks an outlet to simmer down,
But Caesar wasn’t enough for the conspirators.
They want more blood, as a cat taunting its catch,
Don’t let the fires chew up the browning pages
Where once sordid tales told the willing student
Of what would come this way, or that way, the wages
Of right, wrong; the way of the vile, of the prudent
At Pompeii’s feet, sprawled is the victor,
Ironically repenting for his actions past.
And the people, confused and totally unsure
How to continue the game with the dice he cast
The calligraphy of incensed smoke fills my thoughts,
Staring at his mouth calling my aunts and uncles
Who seek a slab over my unbreathing head.
Is this where dreams all come to die? Where the
Maker warned we will be misled into cavorting with Evil?
God says it Humans write it Humans comment on it They reach consensus on it God sends one to bind … More
He feared losing his position in the hierarchy.
He feared being labelled a tyrant.
He feared being labelled too clement.
Truth knocked at his door, offering ….
Itches are like flies, carrying pestilence
From ranch to branch, restlessly destructive.
Where do they come from? Nobody nose!
Children played here under hopeful stars yesterday,
While their crease-browed parents argued about the
Next stop in their journey to nowhere. The neighbours
Looked at their Cicam cloth on the floor in jealousy;
Theirs was bare soil, and little food for their brood.
“”Fact” is dead and “I heard ” took over this shore.” Impeach Trump?