There’s no problem
with death
when it’s
tomorrow
One day from
today
as the calendar
turns
Time
stays an orphan
all moments
adopted
The end
yet beginning
its promise
— adjourned
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
*Image of Looking Out Windows by Futurity.
Futurity
I can still see dad's '65 Rambler
I can still see mom's Pineapple Upsidedown cake
Too bad I cannot still see them...
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~~Rick Parise
I weep for trees and forests,
We laid them all to waste.
Will children have no air to breath,
No atmosphere to taste?
I weep for mighty oceans
We trashed them to the brim.
Will children of the life therein
Protract no place to swim?
I weep for northern icelands,
A thawing polar crown.
Will children of the Inuit
Become condemned to drown?
I weep for fields and meadows,
Poisoned long ago.
Will children of the landscape
Reap no seeds to sow?
I weep for man's futurity
Ere I take my sleep.
Will children of the morning's dawn
Beget no tears to weep?
From here to eternity,
breakfast to lunch
The distance bespoke,
new hole card to punch
As yards change to meters,
fruition in sight
All travel inherent
—day changing to night
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed
stings ready to inject venom.
Bronzed body,
huge turbaned skull.
Eyes looking beyond you,
hauls you through slumber
of ages. The autopsy extracts out a bullet
fired at close range, poured into chest.
Death had a party.
Frilled guns,
yellow metal
are ready to kill.
Extended pain of centuries haunts the future.
Give me the tearful farewell
for another ruined journey.
We will bury the present, forget the past.
SATISH VERMA
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