Wednesday, November 25, 2020

a thought of love

 


Plague sweeps across lands
like the vengeful breath of God
It carries painful realization
that callous care bites the hand...

the lost brown babies
the cold cage floors
the tears of heaven

and the flames rise
the waters swell
and forgiveness is not seen

Today, a bright red bird
lit near my window, to taste
the scraps my lover left
it stayed ere long as i would stare
the colors filled my eyes,
awakened and aware, and feeling

It was a thought of love
in a time of dying

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