My father was slaughtered by a chastened cruel...
Wounded weary mother succumbing to her final...

It's
a jagged edge shiver...

What are these
weapons of mass distraction...

There are two axioms,
Each well-respected...

40 million reasons
Feed my despair...

Amidst the trash cans lining the street
In preparation for garbage day...

This keep lies hushed in the early morning
Creaks of shutter from seaborne breeze...

There is a frost in my mind
This night...

Cat's eye, penetrating sight,
Seeking, probing into the night...

There is a lesson in this calamity of gold,
Though the struggling orb takes no solace...

I walk with stolen vision
through mist-shrouded fields...

The minarets of the city yet
Ring with the muezzin's call...