THE SMILE BEYOND THE PALE

Snowballs during a heatwave hit hard but melt without a trace

Heat waves thrown in winter sears the skin, burns the face

A stony chill caught in a fireplace, Ashes and bones displaced

Subdued doggedly , pursued relentlessly  by actions misplaced

A landmine is swift, a quick decapitation of the human body

A word is slow, it tugs the thread that dissociates the human soul

restitution resulting in a poor excuse which cannot make whole

The empty spaces filling the blanks between cups of coffee

Scars remain some seen, some invisible, some real, some imaginary

Wounds heal fast or slow they have the glow, the duress luminary

And the grin or grimace that hides behind the shroud, the veil

Masks disgust as everything vile grows on the smile beyond the pale

Weeds sprouting over a carefully manicured lawn gone to seed

Choking new found blossoms without any necessity or  need

Leaving  questions lurking behind that will never be defined

By an answer to explain the just or unjust, the cruel or the kind