Metaphor
Mystic

“Every shadow holds a light.”

Machines

the hole has opened
and the madness
has seeped up
into the hordes.from square to square,
the bells of peace
are cursed,
then ignored,as the kings eye each
other’s death machines
searching for an edge
in helland the young dream
of dealing savagery
with new ways
to maim.the fires of conquest
have turned inward
and the great purge
has begunas the afflicted
wearing no remorse
would ravage the pure
for being alive,but they of compassion —
tender in secret,
don
the look of lionsuntil silence
floats
over smoky cities
and rusty fieldsand easy creatures
emerge
from hidden thickets
softly chirruping.—LD