Poetry Corner for May 22-23
We have been taken to a place
Where “Rocket’s red glare”
Has taken on new
Nefarious meanings.
Hardened, eyes like green sea glass
Battered in waves of blood, pain… death
Till smooth and silent
The physical toll
she wears on her face
Aging her decades in a few short
Years
—
By Brian R. Hammar
and Jeni Alden St. Laurent