Two Shorties

Birth

Nothing is born from ashes
That did not die in flames.
Where is the person who wishes
On the rising star, wise enough to not want
To be it, and smiles to watch it burn?


Short Poem

And when we look down low within
All we find is shame and sin.
And when we look far up high
Pigeon crap comes down from the sky.
And when we look at each other
We see nothing to discover.