Stephen Jarrell Williams - Only a Few Are Picked

The long night lingers before you
But you know its end will be too quick
Too painful
Too full of eyes closing

You step out on the street
Cars moving and pedestrians walking
Unaware of all the hovering above them
Only a few are picked

Only a few morsels in this area of the city
But there’s a whole country
A whole world half in darkness
And half blinded by the light

The harvest is plentiful
A chooser’s paradise
No one listening
Or believing

The monsters among us.







Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write in the middle of the night with a grin and grimace and flame in his heart.  His poetry has appeared here and there and in-between.  He is the editor of Dead Snakes at deadsnakes.blogspot.com.