Tyrant Seasons

Show me how to write again like before,
This page a loose board to under the deck,
Where last Summer’s flashlight beams we planted,
Replenish books fluorescent schools have made husks.

Now, after the magnifying glass wars,
April showers bring May fire-towers.
Pesticides of the mind fall in our tears,
Droughts on the page equal draughts in the fields.

We wait in the treehouse of each pencil.
Making records of all that is erased.
So far from the crossroads of good and evil,
Of course the truth would seem like a fairytale.

Let these words I plant die a noble death,
So yours can thrive when tyrant seasons die.