A night

Hitting home

A choice

Longing

That place

Praying for Yulin

Wide eyed innocence
Screaming
Tortured, maimed
Slaughtered
All the descriptions of Hell
Don't do it justice

Ripping my heart in two

Why..... How on earth
Cannot give it a place
Completely Inconceivable
Rationality irretrievable

Who are these beings
We call human
What beats inside their chests
As they do these things
Unspeakable

For me the only possibility
Impotent though it may be
Is to wrap them up - all those
Tortured and suffering
And glue them in my chest
In my heart - where all the
Love that I have is
The only place safe from the ugliness

And hold and hold and hold
So that they are not alone
in their suffering

At least that...

Burden of Beauty

The burden of beauty
Always busy with itself
There every morning
Demanding the upper shelf

What about one's other bits
Silent, as beauty wins
Never to see the sun
Always in the wings

Until one day face falters and
the rest comes to the fore
Shrivelled and forgotten
Too weak to be adored