Wayne Russell writes

exile while on earth

walking barefoot upon the blade,
the pain is unbearable, we soldier
on, mere exiles on earth.

nature has lain in wait so patiently,
i saw the ravens swarm through
naked trees.

dark fowl soaring against the
backdrop of ashen skies, love
is the insurmountable thorn in

flesh that decays and falls to dirt.
money brings the fate and ruin of
nations.

waves crash, carnivorous against
the craggy shores, it's just a matter
of time.