The Forgotten ?
To live with this conscious contusion
and forget how babies cry
Become so untouched by horror
commonplace a communion with nothing
Care less for hunger
and wish the lacerations pestilent
Abjure the reminder
and seek instead disjunction so cognitive
Every scream drowning
in the approbate applause of spectators
By percentage defame intelligence
and baluster half-whit
Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat
Better to recount such heroic deeds
and send the fools battalion to complete them
All laid to burials garden, the disregarded
faceless unnamed the forgotten
And for a price
no soulless may seek redemption
Such a carnage is wrought in the heart
and may brand us all unforgiven
Echoes still the terror
impudent inflicted the weak transgressor
But dragged all to quivering knee
with its spike so driven by denial
Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat
Categories:
baluster, future,
Form: Free verse
How fortunate to know
a chairwomen who sings.
One scrupulous in nature and
conductor of our being.
We the railings.
She the baluster.
For we know where we stand with her
ascending or descending.
Categories:
baluster, allegory, mother, visionary,
Form: I do not know?