Mary Keating

Who will save us all?

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On zombie days when Buddha sleeps
and karma seems to pause
the world lies deep in murky haze
obscuring sacred laws

On zombie days when Buddha sleeps,
the fortune-monger thrives
and peddlers sell their souls for keeps
endangering all our lives

On zombie days when Buddha sleeps
and countries fall astray
the…

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An ekphrastic poem

Abandoned Shell Station photo with overcast sky
Truck Stop Shell by Greg Clary

A forsaken altar
erected for the dying
energy gods still
stands bright against
tempestuous blight

Words offering comfort
cling to crumbling facades
A hint of the true cost paid
for temporary solace

Weeds spread through
cracks in the veneer
Multiply like rumors

Echos of plenty
now registering

Empty

Mary Keating

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Shadows invade
his lightness of being
when the sun’s too lazy
to climb very far
above the horizon

Amid the holidays’ twinkle
and sparkle, the night
wraps him into
a cyclical cocoon

where he will barely eat
barely speak
barely answer
his steadfast wife

whose loneliness will flow
into rivers of…

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Mary Keating

Mary Keating

Poet, lawyer, disability advocate, wheelchair rider. Published in SFWP, Poetry for Ukraine, Scribes Micro Fiction, Wordgathering. Pushcart Prize nominee.