Friday, February 6, 2015

Show No Kindness

I wish for a voice as thin as spider thread, a whistle
filled with wind, pressing strings to cradle the tune,
and never, ever thinking of you.

No harbor of compassion, no seed of regret, stones
all overturned, vermin released, forgiving nothing.

Stack wood, gather the ropes, secure
the villian, rain oil, and ignite.