Death Row Poem by rosalinda flores martinez
Death Row
Wall of Egypt in Haiti
Crumbles
From one space in the corner
Time and tide wait
For healing of sores
And fresh wounds
Dripping blood arouse
Gleaming sirens
That fright even weeds
To hide
Scream the corpses,
Prepare the Heaven,
Open!
Sooner or later,
Death will come
The ghost of Scrooge wilts
In pain.
rose flores martinez
2.23.2010
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4/23/2024 12:18:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A Heartfelt poetic expression of grief over the recent Natural calamity in Haiti. CP