Monday, July 25, 2016

Snarling Lambs (Poem for the day)

Alone in the dark chair now
I have bathed myself in some
Soiled watery thoughts—
The world has brought…!

The state parchment of law.
The lives lost in grimy wars.
Losses yet to be seen at sea.
The lonely bed of a dying country.

Lions led by snarling lambs!
Lambs that gnaw at the souls of men.
Who lie, and hid in casks,
Like leather rats, waiting.


(11:57 p.m.)