Soft and smooth, spilling as waves on board
I close my eyes though mindful of your glare,
as prejudice cuts through bone.
Silence seeps into the straining flesh, and
I wonder if conscience reached your ear,
as wind outside begins to howl.
I gaze upon the blood moon, as yesterday
broods alone in the shadows, loitering
where our kind never goes.
Photo credits: Man Ray (1929)
Posted for “Camera Flash” @ Real Toads
& on the ‘Poetry Pantry’ @ Poets United