Fearing the Reaper

The poison arrow

pierced the veil

one too many times.

The hyenas take

you now, young man.

Will you sit and cry?

What will you? Oh,

What will you do?

Run your brain dry

While their cruel

laughter, laughter, laughter

Echoes morning, noon and night?

The Sky Today

October daylight
flows through me
a crisp meltwater
stream peppered
with leaves, brown,
orange, red and green.
The word is woman:
power transparent.
Bent mountains
dissolve under her
through eons.