Our fathers have returned to the earth, &
our mothers sob by their headstones, wailing,
"So you couldn't stand me any longer?"
.... ....
The red lamps glow
in warm weather;
it is festival season.
Beneath the cedar
you and I talk of
friends who've
left for the academy.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Our fathers have returned to the earth, &
our mothers sob by their headstones, wailing,
"So you couldn't stand me any longer?"
.... ....
The red lamps glow
in warm weather;
it is festival season.
Beneath the cedar
you and I talk of
friends who've
left for the academy.