The Wall Poem by Joanna Hamilton

The garden sweet with new flower smells
The air gentle with new morning sighs
The ground soft with tears pooled in wells
As they fall silently from the skies

The black stone marble asleep on the grass
The names like jagged scars do show
The men’s absolute love of the crass
And the women’s unending woe

The stars shine in the heavens above
Reflected in the sky-bound eyes
The angels that we still do love
Are flying across the tear-stained skies