Two poems
“Stasis” by yours truly
Stasis,
Don’t disgrace us,
Or with with mace we’ll spray your face, us.
And the spraying won’t be wee or free.
“Quivering” by yours truly
Quivering mess,
Have to confess.
Quiver of arrows,
And now it narrows.
Life has become less.
What’s next you may guess.