Mercy

L.A. burn fields
only the rich able to rebuild,

but they're moving away...
their anger generating smoke statues.

The poor aching
for another place to call home.

The middle class praying
for vengeance.

The land opening its mouth
for unimpeded rain.



Sundown

Armies
all over the world.

Different languages
in the same flesh.

Murderous kings.



Beating It to Death

Crowds clapping
for the end,

a long long time
generation after generation.

The drums wearing out
hands and hearts.