360. Who Will Weep for the Dead?


Who will mourn for the lost,

And who will weep for the dead,

When the tides of sinful lust,

Awash each virgin-bed?

Blood is spilt upon the earth.

Oh, the horrors of man’s greed!

Which never takes responsibility,

For it’s every bitter deed.

Scream in terror children!

The dead shall not be grieved!

Only the victims bare the pain,

Of the sins they have received.

Their cries echo in vain,

As the dead will not be heard.

It only drives them more insane,

With every closeted-word.

And who will mourn for the lost?

Who will weep for the dead?

For rather then listening to the truth,

Men grieve for their ears instead.

K. Aldaya, 7/7/16

Picture: http://www.survivingmold.com/news/2014/12/cirs-the-genetics/; http://www.survivingmold.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2034/11/Screaming2.jpg

135. The Fortunate End


Oh my darling cry thee not,

When in the murky waters lie,

‘Mersed deep and sought…,

Smothered ‘neath the open-sky,

Over my corpse weep not.

Oh my darling mourn thee not,

For natures’ course has finally met,

The fortune of the long unwrought,

For many suns and moons have set,

With dirty-hands, which hard have fought!

K. Aldaya, 4/19/05

Picture:  A fashion photograph taken at Weeki Wachee Spring, by Toni Frissell, first published in Harper’s Bazaar (December 1947); http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeki_Wachee_Springs#/media/File:Weeki_Wachee_spring_10079u.jpg