Sunday, March 01, 2020

Red Lights, Vol. 16, Number 1, January 2020

a red star pinned
to the breast of night . . .
you've been gone
more than a lifetime,
yet your light still shines

the colour of complacency

a pale child
with flaxen hair warns
us of danger
why are so many
too blind to listen

prayers offered
to the rising sun
a rainbow
of saris flecked
with toxic foam

our world
is clutching onto life
but only just
a spider monkey swings
above the blood-red fire

another forest
takes its last breath
a miasma
of black despair
settles in my lungs

I soothe
my weary spirit
in a river
of blue-eyed grasses
how did we come to this

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