Wednesday, August 7, 2024

Sister (for Sinéad)

Sister, the world is 

burning down outside tonight

A heartbeat left scorned

a flame soaking the fight

and i can’t believe the news 

that’s tolls loud and bright

and also moans softly in 

bluesy soft light


Sister,

theres a heartbeat humming

for the refugee tonight

for the children forged hard in 

anger and spite

for the mothers of lost souls

who strayed from their sights

And your voice 

had ensured there’s still

someone in the fight

and you, were

sullenly 

scornfully

cast aside

and villified 

when you tried 

to cast evil

from shadow 

with light

and then vindicated

when time showed

of course

you were 

right


your empathy anchored 

against hurricanes

your smile a dam cradling 

a river of pain

i was singing your song

the night we learned you had passed

and with the news

it felt far lonelier than the last

and the world held it’s breath 

for a moment it seemed

as the masses stood in reverence in celebration

and  

shame

for you revelled the lashings

that the masses were due

like a biblical cross

or fates card that you drew

indignant and poised 

singing back into their faces

holding firmly to truth

set ablaze in great graces

don’t let the bastards get you down


sister

you bravely stood strong 

against each new tide

nearly unbreakable

but

like a ruperts drop 

struck just right, 

you

desperately

shattered 

from

inside

your

mind

But left a 

white marble statue

      of virtue

           behind

Happy, Or: Whatever…

wrote down the

words

that state 

in fact

i feel

that I get older every year

just like that fucking birdfeeder

in the backyard

weathered wood turning silver

in the blazing sun and dripping rain

barely a touch

of the auburn highlights 

that used to adorn it

golden whatever it is

and years of life shitting 

on the roofline

the  nightfall bright

glean of halcyon

on the edge of a 

dauntingly rusty razor

shadowboxing

the reaper

i stand here

soaked in

so dark at night now

so bright in day

the only relieving balm is the sunsets

in golden hues of salvation

and also still you

your smile

i would pleasantly 

drown in

gladly

unlike 

in the summer

thunder

safe and

happy again

if only 

allowed

for

now

whatever

it

is