Cemeteries billow in winds

Cemeteries billow in winds
where hate is an all constant;
battlefields bleed for what?
Birds in the sky?

My wife carries no bomb
beneath her smile;
my children do not cross
any hostile border.

Reverence leads to loss.
Poor men hassles you
when the moon is less
than your spare change.

Ramble you fool of oblivion,
tonight there is a different wind
breathing through the corners
of what is left.

The balance is temporal
and at times in an opposing space.
It is never less than its intention,
never more than its own.

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-13 at 20:57

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This feels like impending doom and I feel it.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
The title alone is poetic. Moving and very powerful.