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.