Next Best Peace
My next piece is my best peace
Respite from my sins
Time fractured governance
Balanced on grim pins
Whisked from wet winds
Forked into the funnel
Splashing, spewing pot
Just to make you chuckle
Or else to tussle trouble
As you struggle at my lot
Piece proclaiming perfectly
But I’ll toss it like it’s not
I’ll pass it for the practice
But perfect it for the peace
For its fire consumes flesh
Charred crumbling, I cease
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally posted in Allpoetry on June 21st, 2021. Published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Week on July 10th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.