Rocks thrown,

Steeple of ridicule.


Laughter spread,

Storms cascading,

Barren land made

From torture.


Tickertape translating

Devil’s gambles,

Sky reddened to

The potent fires.


Woman on a rant,

Loosened from the rusted cartridge,

Hateful words a plot to sow,

In angry fields aplenty.

One thought on “Steeple

  1. I get the feeling you quite enjoy writing the occasional rant. The style shows in other pieces. Keep writing, I like that some of your work makes me have to stop and think for a while…. and I probably interpret it wrongly at the end 🙂

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