By Scott Bailey © 2016

Ugly the scar

We leave upon this earth

As we puncture

And drill, and frack and crack

A long, searing scar

If this is what marks

The passage of our lives

What then will mark

Our passing?

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The red taper burns
Slow, slow, slow
Till the orange flame gives up
And its wispy soul
Rises
Blue and grey
Finally black

By Scott Bailey © 2017

The greater the volume
Of opinion
The more stress upon the foundation
The higher the lofty morals
The shakier the ivory tower
Oh how the papers wail
How the timelines howl
The mad feeding frenzy
Of the trolls
Who rule