Holy weapons. (senryu)

Brushing ash off bone
half men crawl though bitter fields—
glory be the light.

Almost dawn. (senryu)

Hiss of the heater
and sweaty limbs of some man;
her eyes seek daylight.

burnt leaves and plastic
swallowed by eddies and waves—
our marriage, undone

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