FOR JERRY
In a garden
A place of life flourishing
Of trees and flora
And steel shimmering in moonlight.
Blood spills, mixes with mud
beneath the street.
A life
Ebbs away before it began:
the full moon witnessed all,
I would forget it if I could.
It grips my heart
like the terror
must have held you
At your sentencing
and your execution.
On a summer night
The still hot air
charged with hatred
sentenced you at 21
to die
For being you.
copyright CD 1985....2013 "Sunrise In the Cornfield"
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