I Believe - Poem by T.D. Euwaite
by TD Euwaite
if God was made of mortar and stone
would he fall from the sky?
and if the dreams can really die
then at their funerals, please don't cry
pick the pieces up and march along
and sing a dirge to love
...and the dove of piece
has such scrawny meat
enough for you to eat...alone...tonight...
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