Tankas

1.
Sitting blakly there
staring out the window pane.
Glued to the cold chair,
mo thought, no feeling, except
the crushing, killing boredom.

2.
Simon tried to banish
their ignorance and their fear.
but frightened boys stabbed
him with their spears, and so brought
strife, in the taking of his life.

3.
What truly is a poem?
Pretty lines made to rhyme, or things
worth more than the average dime?
Man´s great crim, is when he writes,
with words harsh as leaves of thyme.