Pools Of Tears Make Arms Bleed Poem by John W. McEwers

Pools Of Tears Make Arms Bleed



Tandem bikes and laughter and spring has returned to pierce my ears
With
Faux-happy people, eating ice cream with buckets.

Pollute the doorway with caramel wrappers, jumping bunnies
From easter’s yawning promise.
But, pools of tears make arms bleed
Read?
Sure, I read it—
It said GOD.

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John W. McEwers

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Nova Scotia, Halifax
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