Poetry: Echosightings Vol II, WHILE THE RICE COOLS

"People like us, we don't eat our rice hot"

God has
a claim on
vengeance
But knowing that does not put a
Cap on
The pain
The sorrow
The rage seeking
A safe place
To paint and write its manifold
Litanies
So we rub in
the balm of dreams aspirations and
selected memories
to remove the blade
from the whetstone
While the rice cools
and the
Scales
are rebalanced