October Twenty-Third

October Twenty-Third

Black death...
Falls on the little children...
Singing voices out of tune...
Life out of tune.
"Bump" to this?
For this ugly garden??
Which to you, seems as bright
as the richest sky...
But to me, I know, that
this is the darkest of all on
earth.
And this fear, I keep,
as a warning, a distant
fading glow of a lighthouse-
lifehouse...
That the tide will not let
you crash against the rocks...
as I once had.