A thwarted mind is easily to trust
in those who wield a powerlessness felt
within the bones. The sycamores will bust
in two as shrapnel leaves leave scars and welt
imprudent skin. Home is not far, do care
before the need arises, bid adieu
to the soft-shadowed shores, let the wind soar
above your tired eyes, sing above the blue.
A snake trick is set on sour lips, the wrath
of which lays solemn on the tongue. Wet slide
a quick demise, we're left in chaos, math
unseen to open minds and clip the wide
circumference of our hearts. The seething red
of passion stab the mourning sun, dead head.