murder
(excerpt)about the hanging
the courthouse poured out the crowd
who carried the accused
upon
their finger tips……………beneath
………………………………….cracked plaster sky
a violin and the moon passed
twisted shaken trees
a sailor trembling on the beach
handcuff’d peasants on their knees
crystal tears silver smiles in a cage
haunting wailing choirs
a french girl
pointed………………………… to the flag pole
the mob unraveled him
and hung him
from the
top
where he waved in the wind
‘IT WASN’T ME.’
No comments:
Post a Comment