Poezja

Your comatose
countenance:
punctuates a coronal spurt.
 
Life will never
forget this insult and return
your freak awards.
 
The moon cancels
a lake meeting. You cannot
celebrate the arrival of night.
 
Helplessly, I scrap
the terror threat, though
your memory was severed in an ambush.
 
At ground zero,
a young couple starts a sit-in
against the raining sermons.