Poetry: The Harbor of Deceit

broken window letting air into the concrete heart

pollution in the form of kindness poisoning the start

halt the revolutions that keep winding life and death

and the deceitful origins will be the one rook left

theorize the waters that wear down the human form

exposing souls like cellophane—resistant but deformed

postulate the reasons why the Earth may cease to turn

and blame the rusted Justice sword that now cannot discern

bars of iron holding in the darkest fears of man

but leading to the world at large the devil’s helping hand

and when the bars become a wall that truth cannot defeat

they drown beneath, the damned denied, the harbor of deceit