RIDING ON THAT SILENT TIDEthere is no springthere is no b...

RIDING ON THAT SILENT TIDE

there is no spring
there is no breath
of hope to warm
the chill of no-home

a woman cried,
and clung to her pain

there is no blossoming
on these skeletal
bones, dark trees
dead eyes, wet streets
sleet-glazed debris

a woman cried
and attributed blame

god killed, did the deed
made her plead
god chilled the dead
hands of her child
god lied

a woman cried
and refused the balm
of tears, facing fears
sharing years of pain

a woman cried
and in her pride
she cried alone

MC