Blood Onrushing

The viaducts are creaking
Tremble with grace
But share out
The opposite of your fear
Mend your ways instead
And commune with your maker
As walls begin to tremble
As tangible fears
Taste like
Salt or copper
In the mouth
A correlation of
Your own
Blood onrushing
A correlation
Notwithstanding
The crying of metal
As it shifts and takes
A final bow
Call out and spread
Methodology and fail to
Undermine
Or hide and whimper and growl
The viaducts are creaking with
Strain and
Soon to be freed
Violence
Like salt or copper
Like Your blood
Onrushing

By: Daniel Smallegange

Tendrils of Hope

You cut an
Uncompromising line
Stand still and hold back
The tears and fears
Which clutch at your
Tendrils of hope
Which clutch at your
Tiny fortitude
Which does
Maintain your line
If barely
Your knees appear to tremble
Your back begins to ache
Stand still as a blade await
But only so long may you maintain
This rigid discipline
Against the fears and tears
Tendrils of hope you clutch at
In vain or in hope
The dust that cakes your weary form
Stirs do the increasing
Beating of your
Heart

By: Daniel Smallegange