Stark ?

Quietness in dark
not looking to see,
really space to park
wanders in dark sea.
No light no spark
no beats from a hurt
travails at still dark
still light head not alert.

Death is familiar edge
although few knew,
emotionless an empty ledge 
time turns a-skew.
Each day told the pledge
His strength he drew,
morphs a blooming hedge. 
A mustard seed, grew

that empty heart,
was not all that dim.
Reality once a depart
drew you back from rim.
We'll permanently be apart.
In dark in light not in dirt,
the few who truly knew,
your mind always pert.

Masked Deceits

Shrouded Fete

One after another

runny lips of death

You all spout, like

peace, while the

fading die, and the

Not yet cold, lie in

storage.// Waiting

Their fate. The worlds

nerves you grate.//A

Note: you had the

Supreme mask of

our wishful fate.

Enjoy your fete.

Life’s outlay paid

In crimson again.

 

Footnote: A response to United Nations General Assembly 2013