This poem is inspired by a recent visit to the Hill of Crosses in Šiauliai, Lithuania. Ashed grey and weathered through Surrounded some century's Past suffering not so different from our own. To come and lay a sign That love releases to save Black memory's, solidify some erotic emotions alluring And then wander …
Month: April 2017
Our Streets
I encountered more people With faces, sunken Cut through with a cold stone blade Blinked- then an opportunity missed For here, now to give wider No eyes to see change Through skin so scaled and rusted That your copper coin sticks fast To make a golden impression to Listen and answer the rattling Of the …
