Covering of Destruction
In their eyes
jabs of burning tears
the coming fire
already on the horizon
night lit
shocking
moon turning red
rusting like Mars
many turning and running
hiding in condemned buildings
fingering blood on walls
pissing at the ceiling
animal stink
itching under arms
trying anything to ignore
the unstoppable fury of fear
gulping throat
lumps of pain
then a slap
trying to come out of it
regrouping for hopefully more than a moment
hopefully not falling into the trap of letting it ride
letting go
giving up
kingdoms of war
upside down crosses
oh, the fire into fires
smoke becoming a covering
an iron lid over our land.
Depth Charge
Nowhere to hide
stage show in the center of the city
radical dancing
into touch or squeeze or piling on nudity
most hide on the edges
tired of near suffocation of emotions
underground walk for escape
into caves leading into an endless mouth
strange sounds from walls of earth and bones
under their feet the bump of hell
knowing every moment could be
the dropping of a nuke
for nothing is the same
you can't get away
unless sheltered by the hand of God.
Near Death
Night freeze
shivering under old blankets
moon outside and far above
an ice moon
crater torn
signs of past and future
near last hours with brain miracles
chattering teeth like tin drums
eyelids open
frozen marbles
heart into cold stone
and yet
still alive and feeling
a distant love of truth
growing closer
and warmer
warmer
and warmer.
Stephen Jarrell Williams often starts a poem with his fist, and slowly opens it to the sky. His poetry has appeared recently in Fixator Press, Synchronized Chaos, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, The Beatnik Cowboy, Cold Moon Journal, Disturb the Universe Magazine, and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. He is on (X) Twitter @papapoet
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