Zealot

If I am wrong, he cries, then
All around me lives and dies and,
Nothing is beyond and nothing
Carries on and all is lost to
Everyone.

But wait a moment, Brother,
See, that if you finish
All you start and courage follow
Where you lead and kindness fill
Your heart and just a speck of
Hope is all a man would
Ever need, all that would make you
Wrong? To heed words, not for
Glory, but for sake of what they mean?

Taut

Matter, solvent bit of space; a
Sinew's taunting whisper-snap, it
Groans and bent, attacks him.
Lashes angrily along and burns
Drops cuff-links jangling poetry,
A mess upon the ground.

Millionaire

Remove all tangled briar, flay demons
Slay them all and clear a path so
Bright it burns my eyes, then drop
To ice and fleetly slide aside. A
Dreamt-of place in safety left,
Made just for me, my own,
My precious castle tower and
Here I hide, remote from storms and
Latched securely, shackled in.