Agony Clad
In black wreaths
Little soldiers…once
Tiny bright-eyed legacies
Now, torn, mud-covered
And cold
Their silent tears
Of
Hope cruelly stolen
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
June 26,2006)
You have it to the very core. A fine write. This is the kind of piece I like to read; and you do it in first-class, WAKE UP fashion.
We take them, these beautiful souls, and change them into a mindless, heartless killing machines of death I for one can only imagine the cruelty involved in this, but am truly sadened by the stupidity of those that commit such grave offences A powerful write Love duncan x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Debora, I respect your work and its genuine capacity to capture the human heart.