All can fall and fail.
Only the fool brags about the one and only wind,
Disregarding the wind’s achievement,
Which is the wind’s aggression.
All can crawl out of a demolitioned area
Of absolute failure.
It is a case of erasing the shadow of talk.
It is a case of knowing
When it is a snake,
When it is a rope.

Peter Thabit Jones  © 2022


Published in GARDEN OF CLOUDS/NEW AND SELECTED POEMS by Peter Thabit Jones, 2020