Tuesday, March 22, 2016

In The Splendor of Doomsday And Pelican Lace

There is something that separates MOST of us from the animals and that's our ability to mourn for the loss of people we don't even know, to despise the chaos and devastation caused by haters.

© In The Splendor of Doomsday And Pelican Lace
Mimi Wolske
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hammer my heart on an anvil by daylight
provide succor in your arms by night
discard all the sadness I sink into the cold
fibers of your jacket and stop the world

I’ve gone silent waiting for the moment
the world realizes love can conquer hate
duck under your desk for that rising mushroom
cloud as the photographer adjusts his lens

ghost children surround the satin-lined pines
desperate tongues plead in all languages
toilet-paper rolls survive their disregard
and masking-tape edges silence warnings