Driven by Beauty

 

The Whale..stranded.
It's red eye bleeding tears.
Fishermen
circle like predators
With trusted tools of death - boat and net
hours go by...their hearts persist
these catchers of the sea.

To turn their tools to loving grace,
and set the stranded whale free.

One Less Healer

There's one less Healer
   in the world tonight,

Another face Blends
   into brown,

Souls swallow
  the Darkness
 

unseen

 
A face smiles to the
 Safe benality,

 
  Wage packet reads
  'Remove Edges first'

  That carefully Sealed
   Prostitution of Dreams