What will I say to them, these chest clawed veterans
what, to shock them with MY vision
awaken those jaded of wine and muse
They’ll fall asleep if I don’t tear my heart out here
and come to the bare edge of my sanity, quickly
Sarcasm, passion, agonizing, intellectualizing
and plundering their lives for words
What can I do against such as these,
a romantic at an existentialist’s ball
My dreams though, are real…
forged of pain, yes
but the dreams and not the pain have endured
I see music in children’s eyes
and feel tears well at old photographs
of people never met
I’ve seen that each moment can be an act of utter
courage…if we just live it to the brim
Gossamer curtains these against their screams for blood
a child running in a city under siege
gallagher
24 jun 84
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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