SNAPSHOTS OF SORROWED SIGHTS

(You may waste not your wages Writing the story) The vista of those gory ordeals Is mounted on our memories The charred chests of mothers’ sons The battered beauty of fathers’ loves Our retinas retain The rusts of dangling duralumin sheets The foray of flames flying in the air The shipment of homes on flood-street… Continue reading SNAPSHOTS OF SORROWED SIGHTS