Always the optimist

Everything works out
in the end
that’s what we
have death for

Seven billion people
trying to cook
breakfast on a
solitary stove

Seven billion people
hoping to quench
their thirst from
a single glass

Seven billion people
huddled around
a wood fire
trying to keep warm

Seven billion people
crammed into a
jet plane in
search of pleasure

Seven billion people
…it all works
out in the end

…that’s what we
have death for

© Harry Rout 2016

We are our monsters (For Kylie)

within the labyrinth
of our minds
Ariadne's thread
ties itself in knots
with no way out

our Theseus forever
trapped in darkness
while lurking around
every corner
the Minotaur waits

in every reflection
our Medusa hides
and our petrified
Perseus cowers in fear
knowing no escape


© Harry Rout 2016