All Saints’ And Souls’

I procrastinated
longer than usual
to coordinate
the family reunion.
So much so
I was
the only one
who RSVP’d
for a September
in Albuquerque
New Mexico.
So, I changed
the date
to Día de los
and the location
to the cemetery
Winged Victory
watches over
the gate.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney


Paul sees nothing as it once was.
He imposes himself as he deems fit.
Whether the fit is a good one or not.
Whether it is his business or not.

This invasion succeeds like weeds.
Root twined. Sun stealing.
It keeps mistaking making the best
of a bad situation
as joy.

No matter how much Paul
takes away from the seizure
of other people’s life liberty
and pursuit of happiness

he still feels he is owed
something, though
he has not yet located it
among the captured inventory.

Where is the bounty of the Promised Land
now that it is delivered,
through blood,
to the marauding faithful?

Oh, how a malignant God
manipulated them
to destroy vast swaths
of non-believers

and declaring it Winged Victory
with a host of internet angels
riding herd on their frustrations
and lazy gullibility.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney