September in October Series #3

distant thunder from storms does not arrive

but from tensions persisting in bands of thugs

carrying empathy like our old crosses and

hope is delivered with each rising sun;

echoes of rippling waters flow true

and pure towards destinations that claim

to take no prisoners with heads no longer

fearing the oath of their sacred fathers

or their trite rituals that to them are dead;

rumbling thunder tumbles into our ears

but some do not hear nor listen to the words

spoken by our elders since they are as vacant

as the lonely memories that seem to have depleted

like oil reserves our desire to really care.


27Sep12