It's Still Life

Throw Down Your Tombstone

I woke up in church with
Holy Holy playing on the radio.

Rain splashed on the streets,
chanting, protests, and flames
roaring into the night.

Draw in the woodland’s breath,
throw down your tombstone,
the world’s become a grave.

My brothers and sisters,
said the voice on the radio,
Let us pray.

4b 13 June: Gather up the nouns from one of your previous poems, and use those words to create a new piece. It took 3 poems before anything came together in my head. And then I applied 14 June prompt about picking a good title. ©️ Misky 2020