Fire backlights a cross,
a melee below.
Discord and dissolution,
just another night raid,
in the time
of the silent foe.
The window is the eye.
The doorway is the lips.
The center of the soul
is exposed
only through this.
The outstretched hand
gives help and care,
until it holds you by the throat,
and grabs you by the hair.
That’s when I awoke,
and felt the stillness of the air,
as if on cue,
the archer drew,
and you were no longer there.
We are not prepared,
of that,
I am sure, now.
When up against the wall,
we didn’t hear the call,
even though it was so loud.
The night that freedom fell,
we never said a word,
we never took up arms,
we stayed away from harm,
and our homes became our cells.
We never spoke again,
until the time came,
and then it was too late
to turn back on the gate,
and remember all the names
of those we lost along the way.
Fire,
and the shouts of many
in the night.
Blood and battle,
or just the last days
of this life?
The circle comes around,
and tyrants and kings
take their delight,
unless the people are moved,
for what they must do,
is walk
in the Truth
and the Light.
Don’t give up the fight.
HG – 2020