Revolution

in spite
of mountains
of might

air
bears no impression

for years
we watched

lying rigid
in piqued
anticipation

every time we looked
away
the day had since fallen

even still

do we burn
holes in the ceiling

retraversing every misstep

Rogue Reminisce

shadows crept
the length
of disquietude

distilled
in the wonder
of our willful dearth

lumbering
through morass

when last we plundered
this scorching earth

she blindly scrawled
three bold runes

that burn yet
still
within
this piteous pith
of tormented ruin

immune
to time’s retelling

they rave and revel
in a rogue reminisce