are the entitled
leading the flock to slaughter?
the din of laughter.
science silence
in the beginning
there was the word, quite absurd.
what about science?
snow show
the puddles of sun
sit on a carpet of snow.
without sharing love.
summer seems
the strong sideways snow
spitting at me from the east.
summer dreams of spring.
tune up
muscles tight as twine.
exercise my true maestro.
my bow bent, untuned.
starvnation
can a man still live
with nothing but starvation
amongst this plenty?