Truth
I tried guile at times
And haste often, but far worse
Was the unknowing. . .
I said it slowly
But did not forgive myself
For being truthful. . .
So, rains came, the sun
Eclipsed, doubt conferred as words
Regain their power.xt
Travel
To travel is to
Invade, to inspect, to grade
What others have made.
You’ve gone too far when
You haven’t gone far enough
To make a difference. . .
Meanderthals then
Wander slowly home, throwing
Humans at the rocks.
Death
It is the twisted
Rope that left the limp body
In the square at dawn.
To die alone is
Not so telling, but to die
In fear is tragic.
They disappear, and
Yet, it’s likely death is just
A quiet rumor.