The onset of construction
Left a gaping excavation.
They built a chain link fence
Around the hole.
Once the footers and foundation
Were sufficiently established
A dump truck load of gravel
Did its thing.
I have faith the task
Will be accomplished.
I have hope the work
Can be efficiently done.
But until I shovel
All that broken stone
Into the trench surrounding the slab,
This jobsite won’t be up to building code.
Of the virtues,
Faith, hope, and charity,
The only one that requires
Personal action
And accomplishes anything
In this world is charity.
Faith and hope are mere freeloaders
That only look after themselves.
Categories:
backfill, allegory, character, faith, hope,
Form: Free verse
That pit in my soul…
a space left unfilled
The harder I struggle,
the deeper it drills
Its emptiness constant,
dominion unsure
A puppet on tethers,
with vacuum secured
One choice left unspoken,
whose die never cast
To reach through the darkness,
the blindness unmasked
A backfill is starting,
my cavern relines
The light has reentered
—new future defined
(The New Room: January, 2022)
Categories:
backfill, voice,
Form: Rhyme
Into my head stink in mythic one hissing
of running are ratters, as I hated by
up nearly level of piled woodsheds rottenly sites
at weediest the backyard’s place,
of my neighbor’s unit close edged up wards
side by sides, feet away from my place . . .
Once lucky I bound at woodsy near duty
she a terrier if the ratters in her site been gone
over willowy apart, as roofless patio
the backyard's sensory stain at royalists’ land . . .
Upper away of gallant converted living by
out of mind, she the pureed-bandit around
bazaars think backfill thy new world
in menses aid raised velvety clubs by wards.
Miserly her space and empty from kindliness
consorted in byte ratters her terraces
downfalls by sight, in careens simply mode empty
my home unfair or caustics up a side,
at silly carrion backyards as waste as hissing
up I needing help from as careless chick!
Categories:
backfill, confusion
Form: Narrative