Old Glory

Guest Poet Susan Baker



9/11/01
 
I saw
dead angels screaming -
A surreal impression
as though
some poisonous hell
appeared in broken glass 
and evil
breathed in the concrete.
 
Now every heart cries-
We pray our pain
then promise
to smear their blood 
and stick our freedom needle
in their eye.


October, 2001


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