To notice how light and chaff are blowntogether, how wheat turned bad& another summer died- no longer are therehorizons…
Fecal thoughtsGot my mind brewingCauldron hotMind stirring
I stay at home Locked up and safeMy family closeAnd together at least
It began with a whisper, a whimper, a hintFrom far across the world.A ripple of concernA city far away is battling…
I spent my days locked upLike my father and his father before himThe days we could roam free Were only in fear of these bipeds
Ring around the rosie…
It’s so quiet I can hear.The scratching of the ballpoint penon paper.The rustling of woollen sleeves…