By Pat Darnell
Belief structure is flawed
Love reigns, or ought,
Keeps devil at bay
Fast footed though
As a curious cat
Falling defies gravity not
Iron man of peace
Never knew iron could fly
And fall and sink... Twist and burn
and melt like that
In total forfeit to rivals
Hours for years
For determent
Of next generations
Good is sliced Vaporized – collapsed
Cataclysms beyond water
Awash in flood of blood
Finding its own level
Trails of cinder dust
Martyred monumental machines
Mists of no consequence and rust
Become human experience
And a toil to survive
Dwellers those souls there
Does information go away
Or stay alive
As goes low tide
High tide, low tide again
Aftermath a different toil
Sun sets through blue white and indigo
Clouds of mountainous dust
From beeping terrors roil
Some turned soldier
For to quiet everyone
Making promises
They could never keep
Running from time
Falling prey
To catacombs collapsing
Inside that deep
Cheap shot of a crime
