The Genius

Water has the wisdom, 
the bones may not agree. 

No commentary today. There was no 
eternal friend or enemy. 
Listen to your breath, your heart. 
No qualms. Hands are not mine. 

Charcoal. A voiceless man 
wants to write, something on the snow. 
The cold-eyed moon will watch. 

The chimney's soot, gets buried 
under the white sheet, ice. 

In holy land. You have come to 
pray, to wipe out the nose-bleed.

Reviews

[Cas Murray]

I love this so much. So beautifully put and just satisfying to read.