Blood Bright

Blood bright 2, blood

Blood bright

and sharp

as a knife

Twisted as

a hemp rope

Gettin’ into

my life

Deep, dark

whisper

coarse as a

saw

Asking me

to write evil

out

more, more….

more

© Kait King, 2015

Lest Someone Forgets

lest we forget

Why won’t you sing our song

We sing yours over here

Why don’t you whisper

our fallen’s names

Or don’t you really care

If blood alone had been spilt

Could you tell that blood apart

Or perhaps without the body

You could tell the difference

in their hearts

Why won’t you sing our Kiwi song

They fought as brothers in arms

They all fell in the same stinking hell

They deserve a name whispered

in the calm

© Kait King, 2015