Words, Vows and Squawks

A faint hearted silhouette, Of a life once thought, Surveyed the silent terrain Of a forest plot. Searching for creeds In the bones of deeds Her net came up empty Only whispers were caught. A canon of dreams, Battles of air, Toothless virtues, Knuckles gone bare. Damning a fight, Stood a farmer trembling, With fear he looked At a rabbit’s cold stare. A word adorned In glory diamond frill Longed for a text To shine upon its bill. Weaving in grammar, With vain notes of a stammer A loin cloth, a rag, A fettered letter’s Poisoned pill. An immodest figure Of hair-chested speech Watched over squawks Of birds on a beach. Steaming in smothers Of mosquito-like brothers A bellicose vein With nothing to leach Bled profusely For compassion to teach. A steely vow thunders At the grimace of night. Speechless candle sermons Brightens the light. Wondering if dead means Off with the head A guillotine’s guilt Came down from its height. A voice of timber Stood alone Upon earth’s stage, A guard with silent strength A worker of our age. Holding a wounded dove With flower power Tears of love A woman revealed How truth is concealed. Daring to design, At great risk of a fine, She wove a garment For our age: Eden’s dress in brutal rage.