They sing for him,
Swinging from heel to frail heel,
Growing earth between the ground and,
his casket,
Bleeding love into the air
Like orchids,
Humming,
They rise again
And again their gently swaying busts,
Move the air to and fro,
To and fro,
Intending that mother be comforted,
Intending that her wet eyes,
Smile at new wives, that
though her son was gunned down, the
Rhythm of the occasion,
Brings life.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
They sing for him,
Swinging from heel to frail heel,
Growing earth between the ground and,
his casket,
Bleeding love into the air
Like orchids,
Humming,
They rise again
And again their gently swaying busts,
Move the air to and fro,
To and fro,
Intending that mother be comforted,
Intending that her wet eyes,
Smile at new wives, that
though her son was gunned down, the
Rhythm of the occasion,
Brings life.
