The Fallen

Dreams of the fallen staring at me,
Through their eyes I feel the pain,
Unbearable and torturous,
Please don’t torture us, they say,
And through their eyes I feel the pain.

But in their death, I find my breath,
But then fear finds me too.
With a brittle sword, I keep it at bay,
Fortifications for my mind are all on the way.

The Bargained man

A dark man,

being inspected,

beside,

a white man bargains.

The Tethered man

A dark man,

in a dark mine,

tethered to work.