All War Poets Now

We are all war poets now.

Screens where the fires are burning
Leak black smoke into rooms,
Curdling like smog around the heart.

A stench of revenge falls
Like ashes from the clouds of it.

Yule

In this dark December
Gloom comes in behind the dusk
Lingers at dawn with the day's rising.
Daylight, such as it is, stays winter-dim
As the sun scoops the horizon.

Snow and the cold that came with it
Fell like whispers from a lost mythology,
Legendary happenings in the wild forest.

This Train

This train…
I’m blowin’ and I'm chuggin’…
Chuggin’ and blowin’ like this train…
It’s the brake block moan I’m singing
The one note, two note tone I’m bringing
This black-heart, black-art bell I’m ringing.

Carbon Footprints

Battalions in the air, on the ground,
On the sea or under it
Set entire nations ablaze
Until they are nations no longer.