Divine Justice

The tears of the orphan pour down

Like a torrent waterfall

No tissue to dry his eyes

No umbrella to block the rainfall

 

The world clicks by

Posting feel-good Facebook posts

Allowing them to sleep at night

And avoid society ghosts

 

Fake words of sympathy

False smiles hide disinterest

They prescribe therapists and medicine

And the world goes about its business

 

One day, when we are all judged

The sentence will come down

Justice parceled out by St. Michael

Heaven will resemble a ghost town

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Car Watching

Car Watching

Standing curbside on the border of 422

Behind me the outpost of Turkey Hill

I watch like a sentry as the cars drive by

I peer inside, curious, intrigued

Where are these people heading?

Where is their destination?

Where worries do they have?

Is their gas tank low?

What is their back story?

Or like Flynn Rider do they not tell?

Could one female driver be my soul mate?

I contemplate as my gallon of sweet tea grows heavy

They ride by as Indian raiding parties

Seeing all, remembering only what’s important

The orange hand forbids my passage

The white man appears

I walk as all the cars watch me

 

 

 

 

 

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