Questions, reflections
Whispers of the core
A thirst to enlighten
Often bearing a toll…

Spurned though never forgotten are those feline eyes,
blessed
 by the brushstrokes of Mother Nature,
sculpted by the artillery 
of man…

Scarcely enough to summon my gaze, she hovers
and yet her reticence is short lived
for that sun-dipped flesh begs in earnest to be seen…

Decade upon decade, hollow words spill
onto the ashen remains of intolerance and ill will
as if man’s disease, words alone could heal…

Enslaved, ravenous you
Bartering your soul at every turn.
Robotic, insatiable me
Unable to savor, unwilling to see…