Wind chimes taped against
the beautiful brown chipped wood
frame that housed
termite families who
craved the idea of
revenge, revenge;
revenge for the fallen, squashed
soldiers, brothers, and family
in life that seems to
cycle no matter what
good deeds they do
and eventually the house
will come down and
rubble will fog the lives
of those who never realized
life is great until
they understand that
they are
living to die.
At least you have home insurance.

by. Philip G. Steverson