the choices we make.
the rope we hang ourselves with.
so easy to die.
Haikus
behold be bold
diamonds in the sky.
or wet shards of glass in eye.
richer or poorer.
chiselling church
the marble is soft.
yet the chisel cannot bite.
sculpting the temple.
death breath
crinkled broken leaves.
crisp like autumns damp cool air.
falling into death.
blazing hoary
goodbye summer sun.
winter’s shadow eclipsed heart.
you went down in flames.
maple red
in the capital
banging sticks are barking loud.
blood on the maple.