Miasma

Vents deep beneath seas spew forth hot black magma to form new lands;
The island nations were made, created congealed by thick hardened lava.


This is how we too are made; the crusts of old desires subsiding and new
Volcanoes uplifted giving forth new desire to smooth cracks in our hearts. 

Growl

Growl it out; those empty words, from creeds and constitutions;
From the hollow pledges of allegiances to nations and religions.
From the pretentious rhetoric of politicians and of bureaucrats.


Growl it out and stamp it out.

Proxy

An avatar death done in internet way, is gamed for return, for a
Resurrection, for redemption, a rebirth right back to pseudo lie;
So like religion, the player becomes but sad simulacrum for life.

Allies

The habit of danger fashions the trench-coat and cloak of war.
Daily enmities and fights give rise to lengthy feuds and hatreds,
Which, whenever are en-kindled, ignite genocides in tomorrows.
There lives a little holocaust sitting inside us ready to be flamed.
Small sleights engorge to grow; become allies that tumor death.

Out!

Gestured safe or gestured out, the call is yet still
The same. As if one had never played this game.


Bench warmers, judged not able to steal a base;
Not able even to sacrifice to bunt a player home,
Just member of that roster never rotated to bat.


From the start, passed picked to play on a team.

Smile

Tinged softly to green age, her eyes of copper upon this harbor gaze;
Darkness shrunk below these waters carries smudge of soot so near;
Her somber smile frowns in stifling grimace from ten thousand tears;
Acrid, bitter, sour stench of burning flesh fills billowing skies of Fall;
Her torch is stuttering in bigger flames of torch-lit towers of the City.