Arah . . .*

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

Today we grieve . . .
Wear black
Beat our chests . . .

Keen “ARAH!”
Let the pain out . . .

Til we rise . . .
Like the sun
Stronger . . . wiser

Knowing . . .
There is always
Light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©Nov. 9, 2016

*I wrote this poem the day after Trump was elected. In view of the over 95,000K deaths due to the corona virus, it seems more needed today than ever.

Pandemic

Pandemic

I don’t know who originally designed this rendition of Trump, but I enhanced it for the purpose of this poem. I thank whomever did the original artwork.

90,000 and counting
reapers wait
to retrieve
thousands more

the faithful gather
to spew macabre
words of hate
from their lips
emboldened by their
false prophet

small cowards
scream “hoax”
pretend soldiers
wave their
weapons of war

while the lunatic
sits on his
faux golden throne
a smirk on his
hate twisted face
and finds it good

Wild Thing ©May 17, 2020

The Loss

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he walked
as if shackled

his large hands
held a wooden
box of ashes

eyes blurred
he gently set
the box
on the table
fell onto his knees

he turned
wrapped his arms
around her legs
face buried
in her lap

her soft touch
upon his head

in this moment
he cried like
the boy
he once was

Wild Thing ©April 10,2020

Too High

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once
a witch flew
too close
to the sun

her ashes
drifted down
on the wind
down to earth

slowly
she nurtured
them to be
reborn

she looked
like herself
some scars
still visible

she left them
to remind her
never fly
so high again

Wild Thing ©April 2, 2020

The Bag Collector

BagCollector

she locked the door
a grim laugh

who was she keeping out?
there were few people
left in Pedesina

she lowered herself
onto the top step
and rested
light mist in the air
felt good

she bent over
put her bare feet
in the plastic
garbage bag
then pulled it up

she wanted to take
a deep breath
but feared the
coughing

she leaned back
against the door
that’s better

she pulled the bag
up over her arms
strength gone

nothing to do
but wait
for the bag collector

Wild Thing ©March 27, 2020