I will forgive you
I hope you will
remember the dew
naked on the hill

I have my fathers war anger
my gramps drunkard laughter
an angry funny drunk stranger
cruelty demands unkind disaster.

I came upon a deer that was caught up dying
  on a fence in pain and fear. Places I've known.
  I tried saving it but I couldn't lift the burden.
  I screamed for help but wasn't heard. It bled out.
  The throes of death were horrible. I wish I died
  instead of innocence that died in a silent shout.

Turn my mind off.
Gift me my sleep.

I'm moving to Nirvana
a place beyond the sun
millions of promises
never a broken one.

“We could never see tomorrow
No one said a word about the sorrow”
The Bee Gees

a simple rhyme, a plaint familiar,
for those who have never stared
down train tracks, which is a lesson
in recognizing
the uncertainties of
living,
even if linearly visualized,
t h e o r e t i c a l l y

can veer to destinations unknown,
worthy of being dreaded, thinking
what are the odds today is the last,
and maybe now and then, not just
dismissing,them so easily

but it always brings on pain old
and familiar, recollecting of the
way life never asks you first, the

swiftness of two life lines colliding
with the
s u d d e n e s s
unfathomable
of 2 locomotives crashing,
head on
and leaving behind
a desolation breathtaking

it is a well lit winter morning,
cold light, but the direct sun
leaves a general okayness,
and you trudge along,
head bent, respecting the chilling,
calculating the distance to
the warmth of a planned
destination,
but here I remind
all of us:

”No one said a word
about the sorrow”