Friday, June 27, 2025

Monday, June 23, 2025

an open mouth ripe with violence
screams for beauty


yet wind still fingers the canopy of trees


crows still murder and mock


flies still lay their eggs in the possums corpse


the rain lily still shows it’s wondrous burgundy heart 
only for a teasing glance
and is gone


and on this glorious morning
i watch the world devour itself
with that open mouth
ripe with violence
screaming for a beauty
beyond all understanding

NH