Winter

PJ DeGenaro
Featured Image: untitled © Dylan Scillia 2019

 

We live through a hungry season.
Every rock turned over,
Every insect loosed.
Our hearts pump bile,
The streets heave.
Every rebel disappointed,
Every lover takes the blame,
Snipers shoot love dead from the rooftops.
At the gilded table,
Hate is served a full-course meal.
Happy are those who crack
The small bones of the future,
Who suck out the marrow.