Hard Tacet Poem by R.J. Bevans

StillAppreciating
Knowledge of our tilted youngest years
They
Braved
They
Laughed
So Sweetly but exhausted and stayed shivering beneath
Clasp
Kind pines

OnceForced,
Master to the servant
Spoke:
Cruel wills and
Impossible repair
Then

SinStumbled ‘round
For the rest of
Their
Purpose

ThinkingNothing
They
Walked against
The bitter winds of truth jumping in front
Of any car that cared