Carlos Rodriguez


Labyrinth

A child goes screaming into the night
like a bird whose wings have been clipped
and can't no longer take flight.
Hot dead prison in the sleepless night
angels sore below the moon's eternal light
wise men utter not a single word
for all of the promises that we've been told
and yet have not been heard.
Clinched fists upward to the fearful night

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