Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing my poems in the April issue.
The Glass Collector
Who will now bear the standards,
help cease the cannons roar?
John, as part of a valorous chain,
closely linked to his brothers,
not afraid to look down at crater’s edge.
Thunder rushed headlong,
and the sky loomed bright.
Rivers burned
as they struggled to repel
sinister, destructive effects.
They poured their sweat into the oceans
to replenish shrinking seas.
Thousands of hands bore arms in supplication,
blessed the dark that protected them,
penetrated the hostility for our sake.
He braved all this
believing there would be
better windows in the new houses,
and robins would build nests in new trees,
as birds of day,
bird of night,
birds of dawn.
Their oaths and ordeals
translated into the greatest generation.
John, our hometown hero.
To him centuries of debt owed,
calendars of veneration with purpose due.
We can repay him,
in part,
by helping all the glass
that garrisons a serene world
not be shattered.
Lies Made Holy
The shining ones
live among light beams,
make a splendid connection,
keep faith
inside the confines of rainbows.
Once strengthened
they attest to miracles.
They carry the swords of dreams,
and the chasteness of prophecy
from where they came
through centuries of fight..
There’s much debate
as to whether or not
the doctrines of
great fellowship
and goodness
exists only within church walls.
Neither heaven nor earth
will convince you
how many gods
you can fit within any philosophy
if you don’t believe in deities.
