we're incited
against dying night
but often told
to hold
our tongues
in the broad daylight
just keep
up
with the daily ladder
practical matters
stoically clung
on a rung
as if any fire
must be abstract
not burning
before your eyes
in the heart
beside the fact
there are more wounded
and dead
than now can be counted
ought they all be discounted
instead
for the peace
always promised
undelivered
yet
what
we might live for
uncompromised
yes anger
eats
its bearer
burns
both ends
at once
maybe
you might calm
me
a bit
through this storm
nobody wishes for
About the Creator
Mark Francis
Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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