New Year Fragments

Darkness breaks up
into colors then black.

The ears catch first the silence,
then the blast.

He carries on
between the presence and absence.

You are still here, in his thoughts,
blinking (on and off)

in his memory,
like a New Year's eve fireworks.

X'mas Love?

There was love in No Man's Land. You don't ask,
what is war? What is killing you for?
The answers were confusing for politicians.

There were no stars but lacking GPS was not
a disability. Each one found his way to peace,
in an enemy's laughter.

It was not a funny word, slaughter.
A bullet pierced though a Christmas card,
after the carols were sung

and soldiers were pulled away from peace,
were poured together like a mixture
on a holy cup.

Could this be the end of things? To the enemy, dead,
one said, 'I had wished him a merry christmas.'

No Rule of Three

To shoot a message across a screen using bullets, 

follow the rule of three. The rule of thirds keeps subjects 

in focus too. 

But, wait, there are exceptions. A riddle 

may not subscribe to rules. A bullet-riddled body 

violates this rule. 

To count is a basic skill. After the kill, 

who will finish the body count? Did we do 

more than three?

There are no new rules. There are no women 

or children to isolate, only objectives, keeping the earth 

wet with blood.