Not The Rockefellers

le toits rouges ~ marc chagall 1953-54 it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where an angry bridegroom mourns a bride he never knew where a lost soul wanders and jingles a beggar's purse sized heart where kisses soothe like wine or sting like fire ants where a mother holds her son singing safe tonight it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where the moon passes over red roofs bright rene ~ April 2013 for The Mag

a reputation on trial dirt from the offending transgression under many pointed fingernails yet this sin was her name her sin alone they summoned him to begin the breaking of a body to dust locked and loaded they waited comfortably blind to a fault he held up a stick as he listened to testimonials solid as stone towers silently picking away at their foundations counting each speck knowing each name spelling truths in the sand he sang all you righteous pitiful fools look at the bottom of your filthy soles i've got news for you eyes burned open wide stained hands thudded stones to earth unspent go on and walk away free and uneasy now walk the way of peace from now on Peace ~ Rene *Previously published and reworked for d'Verse Poets Open Link Night