Poetry

Anatomy of fear, 
is revealed before me. 
Like a red flower opens. 
A shadowless figure, deathly-white 
holds my hand. 
 
 
You watch the wounded earth 
athirst, fumbling to catch the 
greens. Vomited blood when her womb 
was upturned to release the metal. 
 
Civet will leave the trail on convicted 
grass. The iron grip of greedy 
windows. The red ant hills were 
spewing white eggs. Now rains 
were coming. 
 
Unkempt my house waits for 
the ending of truth. What I mean 
you will not know. The law always finds 
a black veil to cover the face.