THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: November 23, 2015

Some mothers’ children stare unseeing No sweet, wet baby kisses from blistered lips, . . . . songs unsung No wedding portraits to dust and treasure No graduations or trips to the sea . . . . just their bodies to bury crushed beaten stilled by the engine of nihilism Limbs cracked and broken, bellies torn Faces purpled, hearts stopped Hearts stopped … . . . . hearts stopped Some mothers’ hearts have stopped… Read More