Consequences (Drink and Forget It)

by kholinar

Stone rolls down the hill
through a frantic-torn path, past
spin-cut thrown branches,
and slim, depressed mums.

Now roll it back!
To crush we add spite!
unsanctioned the fall
re-made and unmarked…

Then forget the wide-eyed,
the sobs of cold children,
left and hard-trodden,
their flesh feeds the trees.

Right to the side slip!
Evade every compass!
And find your own wayward
port in a glass.