Threads on a mountain trail

The heat will dry my tears

For all the children dying

And all the parent’s grief

 

The earth clings to my feet

Where mountains once were standing

The path wears them to rivers

 

There are no cities in the sky

Milk and honey kill and choke them

There is nothing left but eyes

11-05-1991

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