It's Still Life

A Belligerence

What is it, this
catch in my eye, that
black ozonal identity.
A fleeting shadow
reflecting on the sky.

What is it that offends
my eye, what electrical impulse,
what psychic uprooting.
What phantom illness
brewed this broken wisdom.

War is a suicide foundry,
a belligerence. A road to hell.

written for Linda’s JusJoJan Day 20 “Phantom”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @LindaGHill