The Hills of Austria

A Poem by Douglas Caraballo

Photo by Paul Gilmore on Unsplash

The sky wears a cape of indigo
In moments of wisdom.
Green are the hills above the war.
Dark is the rivers heart,
The center pushes out towards the shore.
A man watches from a cell window,
The different shades of white,
Born into the clouds.
How did the world get like this?
When men of genius are
crammed into prisons,
watching a world run over
by fevered lunatics,
riddled to the marrow with fear
and conformity.