Saturday, May 2, 2015

by Sandra Moulin

fragile hearts not meant for this world
sharp tongues too quick to judge
careless words break spirits and poison tears
who hears the morning birds’ song?

empty rhetoric needs no ear
toxic voices cut to the quick
screams unheard by those who deny
what child holds a butterfly?

hopes dashed with hours passed
rage erupts when no one sees
skies cloud over and sun disappears
why only one shell on shore?

shoulders curl and  knees bend
earth meets flesh as palms make steeple
heads bow low in nights’ dark cloak
who wears the shadow of the moon?