haikus

Orphic vacuum

Undone by the hush
After a steady diet of crickets,
I call from the dark.





The Medic

Empty kerlix box
A hand alone on the ground
Man cannot be found




Waiting for the Medic

Alone the cold sleeps
Outside the tree frog creeps
Day blind stars pierce dawn




Creation in Baghdad

Exploding shells, shells
Artillery fire and blast
Cells divide at last




Number 6

Writing the Haiku
a leaf song on solid stones
a flesh soft on bone.