I’d rather be a collapsed flower drenched in rainwater; succumbed to the well
where wishes weld
winning whims. though not alone
as the barren heart
of anti-democratic men but with a plenitude
of carbon based efforts trying to truncate
all that besmirches goodness;
in the nests of the good above our heads,
and the insufferable loss beneath the silent dirt.
The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Red Over Cities’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.