Tuesday, October 21, 2008
In the Killing Field of Night (poem)
In the Killing Field of Night
When death swept everything
into the billows
of its dark sleeves.
While we waited,
half asleep,
like kittens curled
against the mother's breast.
And then it came,
it came,
a silent dragon,
and you were gone.
Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2008
