Tempest Brew- Three Poems

end

this is the end

the trumpet said

and so we gathered

but nothing happened

and went away

empty

and went away

sad

beliefs smashed.

child king

he's in charge

and rattles his toy

while we wait

for the sentencing.

release

we are intent

and poised

and wait and wrestle

and rustle

and soon enough

find our release

in each other.