Unjust

Unjust
Three Haikus
By AJ O’Brien.

Gallows sightless, black
fear has arrived, hope has fled.
Thirteen steps to climb.

Blind. A hood of silk,
slip knot caressing her neck.
Preparing to bite.

She is innocent,
a matter of self defence.
And the trapdoor fell.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Desperation

Desperation
By AJ O’Brien.

And through darkness
with hope they tread
in search of the demon,
willing to return life
to an innocent, dead.

Silent love wrapped in rags
and the quest did end
upon a crimson hill,
time to meet
an unwanted friend.

Dancing, a shadow white
the beast did appear,
and the air was corrupted
as they both did knell,
two hearts drowning in fear.

Your God has forsaken thou
so you call upon me,
the King of the dead
deaths ancient dancer
beneath the Hanging Tree.

But worry not, cried the demon.
I shall return life to your daughter.
And in return, he sniggered,
One of you
I must slaughter.

 

 

 

 

Just one minute man

Just one minute man
By AJ O’Brien.

All set Mr. President,
I have a long way to fly
and when I arrive,
well you know the outcome
and so do I.
Clear skies lay ahead
let the darkness begin.
What you’re about to do,
not me,
Is a cardinal sin.

You’ve entered your code
so sit back and relax,
kick off your shoes
have a drink or two
while I tell you the facts.

I’m an LGM-30 Minuteman
Intercontinental ballistic missile
carrying three nuclear warheads,
and when I come down
I come down in style.
Payload 500 Kilotons
more than enough power
to destroy 50 Hiroshima’s,
and I shall be arriving
In just under one hour.
Cruising speed, 1500 mph
altitude 700 miles high
accuracy within 200 meters.
Bury your guilt
and kiss the dead goodbye.

Okay, target is dead ahead
given the final code to attack,
all warheads are fully armed
pray you’re doing the right thing,
there’s no turning back.
60 seconds to impact
coming down like a hammer from Hell,
30 seconds to impact
just enough time,
to sound the death knell.

Welcome

For Caeden
My Grandson.
By AJ O’Brien

Your beautiful heart beats
to the call of an ancient race,
each and every breath
a summer breeze
upon my face.

I shall watch in awe
as your mind and spirit grow,
your soul I will embrace.
Welcome newcomer,
sweet Caeden.
Welcome to the human race.

Caeden is an old Irish name.
Pronounced Kayden.