A Poem


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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