I.

           Homer stands in the garden,

           Shakespeare at his side.

           Virgil sits inside some shade

           and all the writers cried.

II.

           Did you see the gassed bodies                                    

           piled into the hole?

           Tomorrow they’ll be endless ashes,

           these people we used to know.

III.

           I wished for wealth

           and rich I be.

           Imagine my surprise

           when wealth broke me.

IV.

           The mind needs reason.

           The heart needs faith.

           The body needs nurturing.

           The soul needs escape.

V.

           Fear defines the man,

           it’s the essence of his soul.

           If you know what scares the man,

           you’ve learned all there is to know.

VI.

           I understand the fame of a hero

           and why their act we all defend.

            But it’s the courage to do the deed

           that I cannot comprehend.

VII.

           Time ruins

            in silent moments.

           Causing all to be gone

            before the eye can notice.

VIII.

            My life stands a broken garden,

            scattered gone by nature’s riots.

            I had once hoped to harvest the smell of flowers,

            but all I reaped were seeds of silence.

IX.

            God reached out His softened hand

            and man turned away.

            Now nothing will ever matter anymore,

            for God cried today.

X.

The poet stirs.

The poet writes his best.

The poet is pleased.

The poet rests.