Rocket And Tree Poem by Bill Grace

Rocket And Tree



I listen to the news and grieve,
yet knowing the power of rockets
the young killing the young is not beyond belief.
But no more worship of this moon thing
that has penetrated indeed conquered our unspoken souls.
Can we have a moment of primal scream
when there is so much that has gone wrong?

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