Mistress of Plagues

I wove a tapestry
bleeding threads from my fingers
blues
greens
oranges,
deepest reds
sliding into vague violet
as I tremble
tears flooding the lines
bordering in blood
wars
death
before me
a dead landscape
strewn with skulls
broken bones
yet wait…..
I pause
fingers stayed
symphony shuddering to a halt
as I listen
the sound not heard again.
I return to the loom
to the arras
doomed
tragedies only
flow from my fingers
as a soundless aria
plays from my soul.
©Dec. 16/21
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Word of the Day Challenge #119-Untitled Poem

See no evil
hear no evil
speak no evil
do no evil
all common morals
so easy to hold true
yet time and time again
pictures paint a different scene.
Death
destruction
venom spewed
in vicious circles
one
two
three
drop the bombs
snipe the sniper
take down the drones
turn back the time
when forefathers ran the streets
guns in hand
shooting
lynching with impunity.
I watch
high upon the battlements
a sorceress
taking them out
one by one
while munching on my biscuits.
©May 7/21
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