Friday poem: "Even in the Sun"

               
            Even in the Sun   

Even in the sun

Raw sorrow subsists

The bodies are arranged

Trauma spreads

The living wear the visage of the dead

Now again no hope

No laughter for a time

In some places never more

This is our reminder

Of who we are

And what we face

How evil shines upon the wild

With blame enough for each lost child 

       
12/14/12

Copyright 2012 by Maurice Leiter

Posted with permission