Enough

seamless stitch waving a cloudy flag
holy fathers ,standing on his only sand blown grain

Dug this hole to look inside to find where buried reflections hide 

nervous collections in haunted sweeping gasping grass
perform  heated rituals
Stained by a broken glass

crimson tacky children climbing upon legless unicorns 
leant against the full stop
marking another’s grave

Silence in noisy suicide hangs in a tree
enough is enough 
a whisper gasping free