do
birds sing
along
with
the light
morning
brings?
do
the ancients
have
memory
of the warming
light?
does
the hungry
child's
yearning
echo
in
memory
of
days
past?
who
among
us
will watch
over
the
innocent?
who
among us
is
duty
bound
by honor
to
bury
this
morning
turned
ordinary?
(9-13-2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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