Word of the Day Challenge #88-Untitled Poem

Stark
grey
black
stretched against nothing
hanging
convicted of crimes
though never charged
cronies love him so.
Shake with one hand
stab with the other
Julius Caeser
he is not…..
although
assassination at cohorts hands
not so unimagined.
Fears
doors locked
barred
danger roams the streets
ravages the night
no one held responsible
for reprehensible acts.
Tyranny…..
Justice…..
rise of one
death of the other
vultures gather round
tearing flesh
rending reality
bending it to their will.
For those with eyes
witness they bear
as History arises once more.
©Feb. 21/20
Picture is my own

Awaiting Rapine

Rubble
reduced
ravaged land
claw through debris
floating from dull grey clouds
there is no summer
there is no spring
or fall
only the winter of destruction
lays across the land.
Crowing
destruction
laid waste
world
no longer flourishing
survival the new way
the only way.
Rusted crown
upon Jester’s head
shaking rattle
fiery denial
wrong doing not done
slanderous rage
all blaming
finger pointing
mouths screaming.
Gather round
murderous claim
no better then vultures
hovering
waiting…..
for death
waiting…..
for the axe to fall
head to roll
alas dear Horatio
it is already too late.
©Jan. 27/20
Picture via Pintrest