Selected Poems
Compare not these days
What color was your sky on the day they died?
Was it chalk white with waiting snow?
Was it bled red with held vengeance?
They saw no color on that side of the sky
ignoring the unseen storm, heard at their backs.
When that day ended and night arrived, did it explode?
And what of the dawn? And the next?
Was it chalk white with waiting snow?
Was it bled red with held vengeance?
They saw no color on that side of the sky
ignoring the unseen storm, heard at their backs.
When that day ended and night arrived, did it explode?
And what of the dawn? And the next?
