Time

Time tires of the present

Brings back the old

Pretends it's new

Icons are debunked

Till they are buried

But someone finds

Overlooked virtues

And resurrects them

Nobody can go back

But everything returns

Rituals draw circles

Where time meets times

Seasons, likenesses recur

The grandson's nose

Is like the grandfather's

He inherits the same fate 

Time favours dead poets

Recites their words anew

To the delight of trees

And birds and memories

Circumambulating unseen.

Redeemer

Now is the time to

Talk of the silence

Engulfing you like grief

Of words that wouldn't

let you sleep

Till you made sense of them

All the sorrows of the world

Seem to hide in the

darkness of the night

Think of feet trudging

in individual deserts

Amid rolling meadows of affluence

Their skies draw no clouds

Do not know the respite of rain

There the drones chase the

children in sleep

And death is redeemer.