I Cry
I cry for the new babies. They
havA thrill for living.
From so small hands the
DAY is channeld.
Tomorrow has not
Yet
determined the posture
of tomorrow
Tomorrow that will suffer
of Blue Skies and questions.
Long after the rules are
set like spoons
to drunken rules.
I cry for tomorrows
hidden like doors
the feral cats use
No work of small hands
can stop the
Guns.
Caroline Shank
January 9, 2025