No Kings

Hammer strikes on blood-warm steel,Forging tools that maim and kill.Brainwashed hands pursue their skill,Learned not of choice, but silent will.And solemn now his heart lies still,For what he forged a life shall spill.Yet dare not weep or dare reveal,Or starve without another meal. Sickle swings to harvest grain,Yet still the poor cry out in pain.ConsumptionContinue reading “No Kings”

A practice in meaning and restrictive writing: Rodents, Haiku

This is nothing more than a practice of combining symbology with restrictive formats. Trotting through the streets, Lord please help they’re in my walls Falling from rafters Beady little eyes Sickly, mangy, in my head Omen of disease They ate all the food So gone before we noticed Nothing can stop them They chew onContinue reading “A practice in meaning and restrictive writing: Rodents, Haiku”