As Days End

Tyrants

die

as days end

as red as blood.

A new day starts

as a leaf turns

as dust blows away.

In fall

hands are dealt,

in summer too.

Language dies.

No soft caress.

No peace.

Gold is buried

along with the tyrant’s hand.

Knots

When memory

becomes agitated

all the mind

remembers

is violence.

Memory guards

a multitude of

knots that squeeze

everything

until it bursts.

Blood Stone

The water turned to stone.

The water turned to wind.

The water turned to wine.

The water turned to everything.

The stone bloodied the world.

The water flowed with blood

and the wind sprayed blood for miles.

The stone turned to blood.

The whirling wind tossed

the water around. It tossed

the red stone. The stone

cut through the bloody water.

Each stone created a waterfall

and it flowed with blood.

It cut through the wind.

The stone ended the world.