A Time of Falling

I do things for those in prison and hurt by our "justice" system-this concerns that

A Time Of Falling

leaves bereft as battlefield bodies,

gulls insistent cry calls the

mind to mourning,

they move in me, murdered by the state

now gathered as summer flowers

opening to light in a safer life

trees reach upward, a yearning for truth, branches beckon the searching mind

blades of grass blend without breaking

in autumn’s cold shadow prisoners,

those pained by a tortuous system

range beside me in deepening dusk-light

i walk slow, finding freedom

of self in cool air is shadowed by

fear of mind fracturing state,

soldiers of humanity stand unbroken

in your righteous anger,

only for evil is there no safe place

George Coombs