The Itch

The Itch

That place on my back
I just can't scratch
The sensation that I sit with,
Reminds me of the price of freedom.

Sweet pain, unfortunate gift,
Tells me the truth
About the afterlife
Not the never ending pleasure or pain,
But the itch you can't scratch.

The after life
Of your control, of your rage,
The sliding down
From your gilded cage,

I'll take the itch
I cannot scratch
Over the wrath and your
Silent Pact.


Mary Kirkpatrick

Craving Humanity

Craving Humanity

Parallel shadows
Haunting the days
Never letting light
In to blend or feed
The emptiness.

Ice cold stares
Passing on the pathways
Of commerce
Of life?

Waiting for just one
Melting heart
One warm smile
In the millions of
Automatons.

Craving humanity
In a machine world,
Feel the warm babe
Wriggling in my arms
Her eyes not yet cold.

Gaze down at
Hope in my hands
She won't be the same,
She will change.

-M. Kirkpatrick      2/5/17