Our Armistice now –
Fields of crosses row on row
Yet the poppies blow
*With apologies to “In Flanders Fields”
The Quantumverse
Our Armistice now –
Fields of crosses row on row
Yet the poppies blow
*With apologies to “In Flanders Fields”
Not a soul about –
Saints and sinners come to naught
Story of our lives
Hollow evening sky
Churchyards empty under moon –
All souls feel unrest
1.
Creosote darkness –
Refineries on the Turnpike
Tannin-colored skies
2.
Year draws short of breath –
Conspicuous consumption
Bright red Christmas lights
3.
Shattered streetlight glass –
Match strikes, cigarettes glowing
Darkness flashes teeth
Bitter wind scrubs hard
Exfoliates autumn skin –
Orange and yellow leaves
Harvest with the moon –
A scarecrow reaps with shadows
Dark, fertile crescent
For Franks’s Haikai Challenge
Last I saw she was
Dancing naked in earbuds –
Deaf, blind with data