In the pane that shattered
In the puddle sprung
In the running tear
of a windcut dawn
In step
The cheerful reaper
Error’s a bit player now,
but he used to be big,
in the morality plays.
You had Pride then, too,
and Death,
and kids called Patience
and Fear
Chocolate box of the fatalist
Mourning your moaning
Crooning your groaning
Loving your passing
Second-guessing the mist
Reaching out
The soul’s dishevelment
“Why were you hiding?”
No, please thank you, I was not hiding
but biding
time
while the garden grew regardless
Wanting you badly
A pound of potatoes
cools the boil
but they’ll cook
soon enough
you’ll see
Tilted lab
My flame disappears in a white, white sky
Said earthly good isn’t so good.
Some heaven doth give it the lie.
A chicken chosen
To feed the world
leaves a feather
just so I’ll know
Utrecht Journal 