Small Men by a Small Pool/ Microcosm of Love and Death

size is relative

we really are all small

unless you're an ant

Dead Fly Floating in a Puddle

The smallness of life

and inevitable death

not leaving ripples

Defiantly Not A Flower

Shot with an arrow

pointing in a dirrection

shot through his red heart

Thou shalt not kill

Not considered news

and Animals can not sin

but still, dog bites man

The Aging Process

The Wait

Final Destiny

Seven

Master of demise,

Killed by my own creation,

or did he make me?