March frost yields to
April’s morning dew: worlds of
silver, gold, and decadent,
wasteful green…
In other news:

their children’s faces and
the faces of our own, carved by
the same Hands:
lie cracked under
shattered under brick ruins,
eyes fixed permanently
on Heaven…

restless, ravens circle and
call, war
rages in the earth and
upon it–relentless
seed against stone
east against west
wind against the dusty, dusty ground:
ravens, relentless,
winter’s sharp edge against
spring’s youthful green




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