the winter lakes

Hushed from the outward strife, where the mighty surf is grinding
    Death and hate on the rocks, as sandward and landward it roars.

three day road response #4

A rifle shot explodes and the child goes still,

a red hole punched in her chest by the bullet.

three day road response #3

Before he leaves a corpse, Elijah tells me he has taken to opening each man's eyes 

and staring into them... knowing that he, Elijah, is the last thing 

that each will see before being placed into the cold mud and water here. 

Before they go to their place.

Elijah, he says the spark fills his belly when it gnaws for food.

three day road response #2

It is just like hunting, I think. It is hunting.