The Night Burns With Fear

Tremoring in foxholes

bleeding rabbits hide their eyes

while the foxes circle

A phoenix blazes from the sky

burning the night to ash

the ashes of fear are choking us

the ashes of fear cover us

in the quiet blanket of gray amnesia

The rabbits hide their eyes

burrowing in the bed of ashes

and beg for forgetfulness

while fires still smolder with memory

The foxes circle and whisper,

"do not fear children,

you are safe with us."

Flowers

When I place your flowers in,

if a cavern awaits inside,

the womb of earth to swallow light

and breed in darkness,

will I remain the person

of degrees and blood and flesh?

Cat Dreams

I wonder,

does he dream of savanna?

In sleep does he still kill?

Does he long for the scent of terror

and the tense of muscles in chase,

the wind in his face while stalking the grass?

A descendant of African kings,

does he dream of blood in his jaws?