Concerning Your “Love Association”

There is a child in a stroller

to the right of me, blowing

on a whistle, sharply, as

he flaps his hands

 

A bird with broken wings,

screeching through its

tiny beak, while hawks

circle overhead

 

A certain hawk that I

look up to, a phantom

predator which has been dead

for years and yet still flies with the rest

 

The hawks that still live

who desire such vulnerable

birds I deplore, and yet what

should I think about the one long dead?

 

If only this child in his stroller

had talons strong,

so that he could not be

preyed upon

 

If only that dead man

were not a demon

his flight would then

have been graceful

For Mother

Forgive me, if only I’d emulate

The grace that you have carried in your heart.

Abide with me, although you emanate

A modesty and humbleness, apart

I’ve been from Him and you, it’s been too long.

I have tried, and yet I fail to love

At times. The darkness in my mind is wrong.

You know there is some goodness in your dove;

Your child, the mustard seed, small but growing.

The stubborn tree, a nuisance through and through.

Yet you have taught me all about sowing,

To cut the weeds and branches gone askew.

And so I wish to let you know I’ve grown,

Because of you I’ll never be alone.

A Sudden Nothing

My heart is beating a little faster

After listening to the night

Then hearing gunshots

It comes every now and then

But I never really notice

I wonder if those bullets

Made their mark

But most likely bouncing off alley walls

Never mind now I hear the sirens

That could only mean one thing

And it’s only midnight

At least the police responded

Ashamed it gave me such a rush

And that now I’m not despondent

Since something happened

Someone is dead or dying

The sirens are still blaring

No one has a seatbelt to fasten

And now it is silent again

Lead pulverizing flesh

Men finding quicker ends