Cold Dark Ironies

By Brenda Mox

He was born with something
at odds inside
a knot of vague darkness
where he hides,
cleared eyed as a wolf
on the hunt.

Brow dark and disturbed,
a thunder headed runt
with a raw reedy voice
of outraged revenge
which he spews forth from
greyhound limbs.

Sharp as a chip of flint,
his hard heart strikes
with pulsing glints
of hot white light
reflecting cold dark ironies
from the cause and effects
of societies.

Brenda Mox is a poet and visual artist living on the shore at the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia Beach, Virginia digging her way to a poem or two.   She is a MFA graduate from Old Dominion University, many moons ago.   Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Down in the Dirt Journal, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Neo Poet and Eber and Wein Anthology.