September drabbles - 4
Dark tunnel, creeping, Wet stones weeping, Footsteps are seeping Like mud into sand. Explosive is fragile As murder in hand And it burns him. His breathing Is fire. Will the world understand? Captured imprisoned They slaughter the guy And we burn him in effigy Wondering why. Red glare tomorrow Star-covered sorrow Of bonfires returning With games and we can’t understand. Round-eyed with laughter Dazed ever after Where flames touch the rafters And mud slips to sand. Dark shadows weep where The wet stone is seeping Like blood on the water Thoughts scattered like fire-splattered sky Or like mud into sand.