Insurrection Poem by Michael Burch
Insurrection
Insurrection
She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.
She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till memories old and troubling
rise up again and demand remembering...
like peasants rebelling against a mad king.
by Michael R. Burch
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