In Times of Bloodshed
Let the cats (continue their) sleep. No devil will
bother them. Along the road,
burnt out cars still (flicker)
with ghosts. No one wants
to look (but everyone looks). We speak
of the legends of witches who dance around
the wrecks of our lives.
I want to say something (uplifting).
It’s been cloudy all day,
but the clouds barely have the spit to offer
a good rain. Let’s transform ourselves
with lightning. All those electrons and ions
pour down (from above),
some sort of wrath that slips into our cells
and makes us believe in (the comfort of) pain.
Something has to change.
Let the dogs (bark) through
the slats of the fence.
Doors close in every house, some for privacy,
some in anger. (Quiet.) Someone sings
in some undisclosed location.
Can you hear it?
Or am I hearing things? Emotions
unravel when bullets enter the body.
To whom am I speaking? Air moves through trees.
They laugh, or they fear; but I’ll never know (which).
The weather is at war, always
at war. Animals wake in the woods.
What they want is a mystery. Tires
rest on the riverbank in some (desperate) attempt
to stop the world
from washing away.
Evil will make speeches to the masses.
Try not to listen.
Smoke and fire won’t
(give you time to) think.