Thursday, November 13, 2008

In memory of Nia Glassie

There is a child crying outside
the wail rises
knocking finches
from the dying branches
of the old elm in our yard.

This is the weight of a child's cry,
heavier than a finch,
harder than bird song.
It scalps the trees
and drives birds to flight.

Why then
am I so afraid
that it will be silenced.

Chris Never and B. Moon


Blogger Chris Never said...

Go you *soft smile*

These children should be remembered, should be noted, to make us aware, to make us face this insidious crime within our society.

2:35 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

cheers bub

6:43 PM  

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