Forgetting

We can forget all;
spurning the loss
of this miserable life,
with the confidence
sparked in a moment;
along the Galle road,
we race

Gutted

Gutted houses
Gutted lives
Charred wood
Charred flesh
Shattered brick
Shattered glass
Hammer blows of fists

The shadow of your story

That evening
your voice was low
you spoke slowly on a darkened stage
and opened a door to the past
that let the present in
in a surge of unfiltered hate

Apocalypse soon

The child plays in the fire
scattering sparks
when suddenly the street erupts
in waves of flowing hate
and splintered flying glass
shattering old amities and sharding bonds...

Animal Crackers

"Draw me a lion."
So I set my pen
to work. Produce a lazy, kindly beast....
Colour it yellow.

"Does it bite?"
"Sometimes,

The Song of the Defeated

The song of the victors
rises from every direction.
The song, reaching its cresendo,
lands like a spit on our faces.
And yet, they are afraid.
Why? Because they lack
the armour of justice.

Dream of Escape

As the nightwatch  drags to an end,
the august moon over the watch tower
flees upon the grey wings of a lone moth.

The southern sea gives up her dead
Unto the leaden shore...

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