Tragedies Shadow

Tragedies shadow

Looms large over the fallen

Raining blood and tears

Some choose to help, some to pray

Some choose to turn a blind eye

Or no choice at all

Afraid it might be too real

Who am I to judge

I cannot speak for others

As I do not know their pain


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~


Voracity for Change

In the darkened halls etched with golden finery,

Do you admit the secrets they hold,

Shrouded in the shrouds of your jeweled cassocks?


For how many centuries has this debauchery been veiled?

How many unchaste Satans lay in your webbed catacombs,

Venerated by the ignorant and blind?


This is not an indictment of the faithful, the many tended sheep in your flock,

They are the innocent men and women…and child victims,

Venerated as martyrs before the universal mother.


Have you forgotten your roots, roots steeped in love and in service?

Not service to yourselves for its benefit, but service to the thirsty progeny

Who you’ve nourished with scandal and dust.


Knowingly, the devils amongst you receive shelter…You are evil as they!

You can not hide your sins from God Almighty, you immoral men!

Utter hypocrisy flows through your narrowed veins as sacramental wine.


Your restitution rings hollow…what of the innocence you’ve so ravaged?

Your treasures buy not your redemption– for the trustful can ne’er be whole again.

You vipers!…The solemnity of your vows lay thrashed by the Reaper.


Heads bowed on bended knee– tears for transformation fall with no retort.

They ask not for scriptural emendation, only boundness before the Lord.

In consumptive fashion, pomp preempts substance from this Cardinal clan.


What mold anewed will you lay before the disconsolate altar of the faithful?

Would it not be fair to portend that there will be nothing of substance to behold?

Only time will avow your voracity for change.


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Imagination – A Tanka


Rouses fear from hidden lair

Racing heart, it pounds

What dangers lurk in shadow

Only the devil doth know


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Sorry for my scarceness this week I am out of town on vacation and am reading and posting as time permits.  Thank you for your support and I will be back soon.

Modern Immigrant

Borders porous fence

A thousand miles…freedom

Better life awaits

If only we are not caught

Sent back to our poverty

Dreaming the same dreams

From different time and place

No ships, no Ellis Island

Only a desert

Separating a new life

From a life lived in squalor


~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~