Sunday Poems - September 12

This villanelle was written after the 9/11 attacks in 2021. At the time I lived outside of Ramstein AFB and would hear the jets leave the base early at the morning for bombing runs.

Thundering at Daybreak

As cold sweat pours from my body, I wake
to dark hounds feeling at dark gray hares:
to sounds of war thundering at daybreak.

Oh, Holy Fool, quaking for All…