kelpies

tds

this is the day The Lord has made
them bump their heads
on oak and ash
and the weeping witnesses
because,
how dare that orange dawn
enlighten the skies and
warm the ground upon which
we all walk?

don't we already know
it burns?

Reviews

[Paul Michael Kelly]

This seems like it was written with too-full a knowledge of the price of things.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Here’s a poem to make one think. Very Interesting!

[redd Brick Keshner]

This poem appears to be more than just about reluctant awareness—it could be about the weight of prior knowledge, about knowing too well that beauty can harm, that brightness can blind, that familiar dangers still call out in tempting disguise. A warning or a lament, even; perhaps both?