Moon Tears
by Peter Seymour
It rose above the trees
as if on wings,
the mystic moon
that saw the dying boys
across the oceans and the sand,
rose higher, frowned and sighed.
The silent night
reflected tears,
because the moon was crying...
and maybe God.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
"War" by Virginia Buckley
"War"
The Second Horseman of the Apocalypse
Gulping oil and breathing flame
Ill-tempered and malevolent,
WAR: his rightful name.
Belly-bloated with defoliation,
Trampled housing in his track,
Riding roughly over bodies,
Yellow, white and black.
The tears are all the same.
The Second Horseman of the Apocalypse
Gulping oil and breathing flame
Ill-tempered and malevolent,
WAR: his rightful name.
Belly-bloated with defoliation,
Trampled housing in his track,
Riding roughly over bodies,
Yellow, white and black.
The tears are all the same.
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