Poetry Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

The Assassin

He hears vicious voices inside his head “That self-serving sh*t would be better off dead, so we can restore everything

We Killed Another Leader Last Night We killed another leader last night, collapsing his subterranean site. What so proudly we

Peace through Strength. Wars to end Wars. Reborn mantras slip off tongues of the freshly deluded as they swagger across

Spare me the postings Of festival elephants Facebook friends And twitter feed. I have already found The links I need.

Their sirens overpowered the mill’s wildest percussions, ram’s horns, shofars, stirring the flocks. Our fears tunneled back to the last

What is the end? A time or a place? On what attaching fact does it hinge? Is it propelled forward

Never went to war Don’t know what it’s like When team members go down, Bleed out, get shipped home Like

There is more to morning than coffee

When nothing about me is beautiful anymore

Slowly searching in the sea of life, The sound of birth echoes within me that night; I search for passion,