The flags are folded for a future day
The rally cries are silent in the books
Yet shouts now fill the streets
At Democracy’s rough grabbing
By those who see her travail
Boastful winners mock and laugh
Blinded by a future writ from the past
Where they may yet come to wonder
Who will cry for them
If we’re gone?
©Heather Kilbourn
Within the heart of hazy complications
Beats a truthful simplicity
If you take the time to listen
Posted in Short Story
Tagged complicated, complications, poem, poetry, simple, simplicity
Don't kill it don't kill it
I'll kill myself I'll kill myself
Tears in the rain
I'll kill myself I'll kill myself
I don't want it to die I don't want it to die
Tears in the rain
I want this tree I want this tree
I want this tree I want this tree
I'll kill myself I'll kill myself
Don't kill it don't kill it
Tears in the rain
Let's get a live tree
I want this tree I want this tree
Let's get a live tree
Dig this one up dig this one up
No no they don't here
We cut them down
I'll kill myself I'll kill myself
Don't kill the tree
I'll kill myself
Tears in the rain
Dig it up dig it up
No no not here
Let's go let's go
Out of the rain
Back to the car
Let's talk Let's talk
I'll kill myself
Let's go
No tree? Cut it down! Cut it down!
I'll kill myself
Tears in the rain
Let's go let's go
To the car to the car
In the car in the car
Let's talk let's talk
Let's get a live tree
Dig it up! Dig it up!
Not here not here
Let's go let's go
I want that tree I want that tree
Let's go let's go
C'mon c'mon
Out of the rain
I want that tree
I hate him I hate him
Ruins everything
I wanted that tree
I'll kill myself
Live tree live tree
Don't kill the tree
Let's go let's go
I hate him I hate him
Wrapped at angles bad decisions lie
Coiled in chains anchored to the past
Rattling, fangs ready
To bring the poison back again
Heather Kilbourn 