The Letter

Today, the letter came, to tell my father.
The letter told me, there is still no good in that family.

He fell far.

Mildew

Such increments reduce the creatures to ash.
Brings men to their knees, their sight and fate adjacent.
Posts memories within the walls of a mind, grief-struck and crumbling.

Still, they reap the blight-stricken fields of a guilty morrow,
merely to find the fatal blow is oft dealt by an unknowing hand.