Happiness

I am a gurgling stream, slipping down an incline

I am young, because I’m born again each spring

I am a deer, shy, quick, and wild, slipping out of view

I am a transparent, crystalline blue, never murky

I am from the mountain, and never will stop moving

I am shiny rocks picked up by children for their collections

I am happiness, made to be assaulted by man’s inhumanity

War Song

War is the devil’s entertainment,

            explosions his demented giggles.

Our soldiers are his toys,

            tossed, dumped, tortured, maimed.

Coming home, will things get better?

            probably not, no not at all

The cancer has already chewed on your heart

            and your uniform attacks you when you open the closet.

Stay far far away,

            for the devil wishes to play today.