These Wars...

THESE WARS...

"And so they go...

Draw a line
Draw it again

Carve into the table
a map
for the next time

which cries out
like something in the woods
unseen but known

Burn all the candles
Sew shut the curtains
Someone is always hungry...

And you
of the November eyes
and the calvary of hands
crucifixion and nails
tearing curtains and promise
(i know this sound)
give way to a winter
for there is a spring

These wars...
(no proud banners)
These wars...
(another year)"
-k. rolly

oilgraph on wooden panel with text
10x8

new work
old story