Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.
Moon will rise again?
Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.
Undermining-
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.
I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?
Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?
Somebody was laughing hilariously.