Two Killers

My treacherous envy:
Breeding-ground of strife,
Enemy of life
Devoured my eyes.
Goodbye to what I could have had.

My perilous apathy:
Thief of breath,
Disease and death
Entered my bloodstream.
Goodbye to what I could have been.

Noon

Sounds descend
From cool, high pitches,
Settle into sizzling drones that
Slow the mind and the step.

Midday no mystery;
Life lies sluggish
Under the all-seeing sun.