Turning Over
How many hopes, wishes, loves
Have ended at the strike of a
Bullet or a bomb? Shall we
Turn over the whole surface of
The Earth for the graves
Yet to be claimed? Shall we
Bury our own lost selves now
In the debris of not caring,
Not understanding, not—?
A new way must be found.
Hopes and wishes cannot keep
Under the ground. Love cannot,
Must not look back.
(7/5/2011)
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