the month of mars

The Month of Mars

This spring’s more intense than the one before
it’s like it’s in a hasty to green the valley and
that are still winter cold to the touch; and…
Manuel’s donkey is with foal, twins, it’s said.
Does nature sense the beginning of a hundred
years war? The overture has started, believers
in an almighty god and atheists are squaring up
to slaughter one another, lay waste the land to
prove a point; and future springs that bring no
joy of life, but a place where diamonds blinks
in streams of useless tears