Evening Alone

The ruined shackles of a

run ragged run empire,

existence unending….

nothing but greed.


a pitiful tear

washes its way into tomorrow.


the eye in the sky

watches and waits, changing

minds and

thwarting existence.


follow the hearts trail into uncharted


where hammer beats out sickle

forging stars in the courtyards

of prisons.


at liberty’s delivery

inhale bloody sweetness and

the private delusions of yesteryear become



was promise.


all that remains are corpses

of innocence

a tragedy awaiting discovery.