Word and Image

bundles; too many!
jumbled arrangement,
ordered loss.
the rain fell,
tumbling gains.

Acrobats in the air,
Fire driven hard and rare.
The many left replete,
A few favoured beyond care.
There beneath the tongues creep,
Broken,
Shattered,
Pressured,
Ready to weep.

None to be had
For the scrambling sad.

In a hidden corner
Something was found
Memories of loss
Clothes green and brown

Too many faces
Seen from afar
Order confused
In the grand bazaar.

In the days of quiet
We live in riot
I wonder which
To fade or stitch.

Ripple and rhyme
Forgetting is crime
Deploy and embrace
Honour given to those who face.