Mary's Song: A Poem

By Lisa Sharon Harper 12-17-2008

Dark times
Regime change.
"How are we gonna make it?"
"How are we gonna live?"

Fear for breakfast
Trembling for brunch
Despair for dinner.

Dark thick air
Full of fumes
Can't breathe.

Thick over the man on the street
With feet sticking out of his shoes.
Shoes wrapped in muslin.
It does not cover him
He lay cocked to one side.
In a fetal position.
He was a baby once.
Once -

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