May 6, 2021

In the quiet, may our healing begin.


Blue skies, a stout wind. Cold.

A brand new day

That feels like a beginning.

Like another chance at things.

-- All this while standing at the window

With my young son’s whispery ghost,

Who smiles a little and fades away.

Leaving me there. Again.

-jobe


Each new day can be a rebirth.

A fresh start. It’s a choice 

We make. Or don’t make.

-jobe


America has now been at war for so long that new soldiers are fitted for shrouds and caskets immediately upon enlistment.

America has now been at war for so long that all new soldiers are assigned their own individual Angel of Death to create an original funeral dirge, and to sing this from the moment the soldier is ripped to shreds by shrapnel until the moment the casket is lowered into the ground. 

These things have been approved by Congress, Jesus, and grieving parents.

America has now been at war for so long that I find it difficult to even remember a time of peace, and perhaps there never was a time of peace at, just a pause to reload.

-jobe


Great Silence which holds us all, help us to rest in you now. In the quiet, may our healing begin.

-jobe


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe


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