In the Dark

Black bomb blasts
at midnight bury
the sleeping,
the whispering,
the praying.
While we hide
on sweet, tree-
lined streets
in fall colors
and winter’s
white beauty,
in the laughter
of kids
and company,
in dreams
of stolen years,
in a brutal
in ripe cruelties,
in serenades
of death,
in the blood
of the unseen,
in the comfort
of this poem.

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.