When the stars
don’t align
with Mercy
Cosmos
doesn’t blink
The wolf
is at the door
Indifference
rains
Ice –
January nadir
strikes a silver knife
shattering
Thresholds
Chaos whirls…
Pulled into
that ruthless field
a kind man
crashes unconscious
to the floor
blood clots
thicken
a crimson lake
Stunned senseless
by such violence
screaming
frantic dogs barking
horror overtaking
all but 911 –
the one person
willing to help
now broken
Like a doll….
Over The Edge and Beyond: Journal of a Naturalist 