What choice is this to make,
to take another’s life to sustain my own?
Caught between steel blade and grey stone,
an innocent white lamb and the devil’s own
the path is strewn with littered bones
no beauty here only cankered moonstones
left poisoned, tainted by the ancient crones
whose wild madness was their own
with a lasting gift to us of decaying trees
as they wither, tremble and groan.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Art Flash/55