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Night birds cries…cease suddenly
Sounds arise in drunken glee
The symphony starts, Fate’s curtain parts
Neath time worn, old Oak tree
Rope bound… round his neck
A tear trails down his cheek
Moonlight thru’ clotted clouds
Glows sallow, shallow and weak
Makeshift gallows
Rusted pickup truck bed
Oak tree…silently
Broods darkly o’er his head
Afar in the darkness
Sound of Gabriel’s horn
In his ears, in an instant
In his heart…hope is born
Hands tied behind
Clasped tight…as in prayer
night birds cries…and Angels sighs
Afloat upon the sodden air
The engine’s roar
Gout of blue smoke
Moment of tension
Sudden crack of a rope
Moment of blackness
Then warm golden light
A soul soars away
Into star drenched night
No remorse…not a tear
No guilt…no blame
The Oak tree…innocently
Shares not the blame
Impassive instruments all
In mad concert of man
Night birds and angry words
Composition played
…by God’s own hand…
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where is your poem David?