Black Soups

From a political murder still unsolved.

All the thickest soups' secrets are shrouded

by waters blackened and deep.

Whirling pieces,

bruised by bludgeons,

boil to shrunken

grains untrue?,

uncertain?,

afraid.

For not even furled threads

are ever to meet with needles.

(Not even with those stacked with kin,

and with eyes minified.)

So stir forcefully. 

Reviews

[Valkyrie Warrior]

wow very moving and strangely haunting, I will certainly read more of your wok.