Claire V. Bogdanos

Bare skeletons now etched against a dark and somber sky

Which cannot hide some vital truths life’s weakness will deny

Though trees are not the like of man the semblance there is real

For trees are home to living things that breed and grow and feel.

And thus we look into the sky for guidance of some sort

Wherein exists one simple rule that cannot fade this thought

There is no justice only something close to compromise

That tempers what has been false suicide and loves demise.

Chaos and disorder these are our lonely heritage

There rising with painful woe to leave behind our bondage

And wasted days within a world in which we’re judged by time

With fit and sleek accomplishments of our respected clime.