good mourning
and other poems
the self-proclaimed king
His castle reduced to rubble Men returned to stars Even with nothing left to rule over The little prince knew Someone had to wear the crown Ruler if of nothing At least of himself
good mourning
Underneath the shade of a sapling Protected by a plastic gun and words of love Lie wilted flowers and floral candles Scents of pleasure employed by grief Cleanse the city streets A baby tree and a baby boy Two kids bonded in spirit, growing One in the morning light The other in mourning memory