Poetry

How timeless 
You were, 
O, violence; 
After summary executions. 
 
A climactric battle 
Rages on, with self. 
Inside you, seeking devastatingly- 
The brown earth. 
 
After the black night, 
I will wait for a bright 
Sun. it is there, feel 
Of sharp landing, through the eye of a needle. 
 
Freedom from the legacy 
Of legends. Where you were, 
There was no traffic 
Of crawling truths.