She Follows Rivers
She follows rivers to the gently rounded bank
near dilapidated slices of concrete she finds her home
over back when, things made sense and life was just a road
or
rather like a path to the ever elongated rivets of obstacles
furrowing their way into life’s roads fluidly cemented in its stubbornness
if only the mind knew its way back from such traveled paths
to wander completely down would pit the soul of any brave traveler
I wonder when things began to erode so perfectly
first at life’s road then at the stubborn slowness of its realness
when this came about settlers took flight and the new world
was never found
all new became ordinary
all ordinary came to ruins.
Walls Keep Them Out; Walls Keep Us In
The embankment is not solely
Prudently meant to be slowly
Holding back the flooding waters
Seasonally drowning our sons and daughters
.
It is a rampart and a refuge
Of last resort 'gainst the deluge
Of juggernauts who precipitously
Attack opportunistically
.
For those who, may, never see coming
Come what may, that renders succumbing
Any bulkhead 'twixt us and them
Only delays that, what may come, comes then
.
Victory ne'er comes from bulwark alone
For nothing will warm the chill in our bones
From onslaught repeating perennially
'Less those in peril fight decisively
