Monday, August 19, 2019

UNTITLED VILLANELLE

1
a dirty little secret toll
with a cost more dear than it seems
weighs so heavy on my soul
2
it feels as if we’ve lost control
in the shadow of the black seams
dug ourselves into a hole
3
a mountain moved who can console
burying the truth with the streams
weighs so heavy on my soul
4
sulfur slurry down the loophole
poisoning our future and dreams
forests flattened by charcoal

5
how can we help but play a role
within these suicidal schemes
burning both ends pole to pole

a mountain moved who can console
remove the speck to see the beams
a dirty little secret toll
weighs so heavy on my soul


ken ostrander 

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