Saturday, February 12, 1994


Scorning Millions - laughing
at untold secrets.
Flaps are open, preparing
to fire bullets.

One truth never to be
Hearts hidden, deeply

Chosen brothers, sent from God
to help in times of disdain

Scrap sisters baking mud
pies meant to be thrown.

Overcoming the blue with hue
of salt
Dried up tears, unwashed -
no halt.

Mended holes,
plastic trolls

World not ready -
for thin and weighty.