moonbeams over glasgow...

blackest black night
penetrated by
sounds of steel spiraling
through the flesh
of old wounds never healed
under the cover of full metal jackets
                    

years of differences 

fester still

shades of hatred begetting
bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density
no longer marking the weather
now marking the storm of
death on wing

travel path and target
spelling bloody ballistics
random projectiles
of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear
slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent
by children wandering the streets
of chaos and turmoil
their spirits no longer theirs
buried already in the graveyard
of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked
surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets
grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful
of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for
the warm sunlight
of what should be

seeking solace and safety
behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch
with hard lumped metal filled pillows
giving way to sleepless nights
of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn
waiting for day
for another way
just one more day
praying for the other way
trying to make another way

the way of peace and love
the way of love and peace

with the warmth of
brother loving brother
melting the heartless
frigid winter of
despair and desperation
painting in vibrant
life-sustaining sunshine
the canvasses of
life in glasgow

where children frolic
on the playgrounds of
a better life

and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace for all

and fathers and husbands
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those
of golden moonbeams
falling gently over
life in glasgow