Eulilygize

For my dead lilies - for holocaust victims - for Haiti victims, for Tulsa riot victims - for pain, for healing...

I gaze at the pile

Of death on the window sill

 

The neatly organized

Wilting lilies

Stacked upon themselves

 

I cry

In hopes

My salty tears

Would moisten

The dry grave

 

Revive & Resuscitate

My black thumb’s homicide

 

Sitting this close to death,

I clearly understand why Jesus wept.

Reviews

[imawriter]

This is a breathtaking poem. What more can I really say?