Ripper Whispers, by Amory McKeever

I command the night with such precision

To board my carriage a horrid decision

But with these grapes I have calmed your nerve

So much so you'll never mind the swerve

I'll begin at your breast with a prompt incision

And open your heart to hell's cruel excision

Your muffled screams are merely hors d'oeurves

For it's your death, my dear lady, I plan to serve

Between your legs I'll slice at the division

This murder surgery according to my vision

I've severed your beauty, your veins, and your curves

That I've been swift is all you whores deserve

Rejuvenation, by Amory McKeever

Page one of my sorcerers tome

Manifests for the homeless a home

With these incantations I speak

Strength shall embolden the weak

Page five of my conjurers script

Dissolves our bonds to the crypt

My words like waves from the sea

Create new limbs for the amputee

Page ten of my ancient grimoire

A cure for violence, hate, and war

Prayers for those who suffer great

Understanding so we all can relate

Last page of my magical scroll

Brings a calming peace to the soul

Finally, to the next wizard I tell

Do as I did, and all will be well

Deployed, by Amory McKeever

I taste rust and salt
I remember John Galt
That book was a lie
So it must be their fault

I gave myself for another

Asked them to give for me

Only to find myself wanting

Both hands left empty

I smell almonds and cherries

A thick cloud of scary

On barbed wire my brother

With no one left to carry

We move forward without him

Come back later and bury

I taste salt and rust

Holding up my sign

To Bagdad or bust

Reached the end of my trust

I'm all out of ammo

Just left in the dust

I thought we here

To bring an end to the violence

They cut transmission
Radio Silence

It is all their fault

Behind enemy lines

I taste rust and salt

An Expanse, by Amory McKeever

"Close the door behind you."
Said the one to whom I pray.
"I've done about all I could,

and done it for so many days.

Where did I go wrong with this,

how do I fix this place?"

I asked if I could be to be up front,

and not beat around the bush.

I needed to be very blunt,

without him feeling pushed.

He told me he could handle it,

and to proceed with his blessing.

He wanted to hear the truth,

because the world had him stressing.

Well first I told him right away,

the planets need a change.

Spinning smashing balls of clay

just seems awfully strange.

Then you have this mortal coil

that ties all living things.

When they could just be immortal,

like trees with endless rings.

Why have a trillion stars,

if all but one percent are bare?

Why not a planet for every heart,

or at the most, a pair?

Did you really need tectonic plates,

and waves a mile high?

Over half the things you did create,

want the other half to die.

Viruses, and botulism.

Cancer cells that eat our brains.

Hate that breaks us into schisms,

and lock each other up in chains.

So many problems could be solved,

if we just had our own planes.

Solitary, snow globe worlds,

without all the needless shaking.

Vast expansive peaceful places,

this is what you could be making.

However, you should probably know,

that nothing will be perfect.

So long as you make free people,

suffering is the side effect.

If you really want a Universe pristine.

One that will not end in ruin.

A place free from evil's twisting.

Creating nothing is the only shoo-in.