Best Silos Poems

an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel, like scissors
cut clean through the swell

and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and the seagulls as well

and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland...

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They wait, deep down in the red earth,
covered from the yellow, Wyoming sun,
like Tom Horn, a while ago, 
but deeper than he, not the same, 
they wouldn’t kill for fun, 

and the bored army busies itself beneath; 
their mind-numbing  repetition unclear, 
but the fear,...

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Twin towers on a snow-covered mountainside,
weathered and bruised by age. 

Skeletons.

Sacrificed by merciless breath,
veterans of war.

Once providers that fed hungry mouths,
now empty and depleted. 

Abandoned. 

Gray and faded by years of trauma,
they erode like elderly pieces of used history....

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