I will wake again in darkness - Peace Poetry by mark mulligan

Another jet drops homeward
Crooked as a drunkard’s ramble
Its amber eyes dim the Indus night
Its tiger-roar breaks my reverie.

How can such fat geese become spears?
Pierce the flanks of landmarks,
Dump them into our arms like best friends dying
Shedding flame, smoke and blood -- body parts like tears?

The rubble buries everyone unbiased
Monsters, victims and heroes alike,
Step pyramids cut in negative to lift out their ashes
Borne away reverent, for sacred payback.

I will wake again in darkness
And make up my quiet bed
Like a night-dropped agent
Who bundles up his parachute
And stretches an ear for friendly shadows.