Wednesday, May 11, 2022

eaters of souls

if it is true the war demons are loose in Ukraine
and Syria, Afghanistan, Myanmar, and South Sudan
(the list is longer) you'd think they'd be glutted
with souls

if there were death gods, you'd think they'd be groaning
with the tribute paid them in panic and anguish (but also)
in quiet deliberations in the hallowed halls 
of justice (so called)

but there, where the battle for the lives of the not-yet-seen
(who haven't even emerged for the delectation of death eaters)
is taking place, we come face to face (with the brightness 
of certain mirrors and missiles)

with only ourselves who crave all this death

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Love Conquers All

Love conquers all.
I'll say again:
love conquers all,
except for pain,
and floods of rain,
and blighted grain...
It can't stop that.

Love always wins.
If didn't win, 
then not the end!
Except for when
we lose all friends,
and divorce trends...
It can't top those.

Oh, love trumps hate;
it's power so great
that love trumps hate...
except for fate,
matters of state,
that one ingrate...
There love falls flat.

But love lives on!
No love is lost
if love lives on
unless there's cost,
a killing frost,
or gales have tossed...
Then love gives out.

Love covers doubt,
illumines lies
and wipes them out
except white lies,
or broken ties
that ostracize...
No fixing that.

Love conquers all.
Except some stuff
that's rather rough...
Love wins enough...

I call Love's bluff.