Thursday, May 9, 2013

Bridges

Love does not accost,
its touch spurned,
neither is it lost
unreturned,
o'er bridges crossed
or bridges burned.
Love will exhaust
all until learned.

Cotter

I poisoned the water.
You set fire to the crops.
We led to slaughter
our faltering props,
false sons and daughters
one loves and then drops,
parts with no cotter
to hold til it stops.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013