Monday, January 11, 2010


out of silence, shouts
louder, angrier
higher, more desperate
a lifted knife plunges
an arm drives downward

break in the clouds
the sun dumps gold over
the man writhing hand-cuffed on the grass
the man lying limp in the driveway,
red and gold

swift cars, blue uniforms,
neighbors in groups, gold-tinged
the ambulance drives away
a gold star on its windshield

1 comment:

farmlady said...

Merita, you've done it again. The power of juxtaposing words,location and the beautiful, sometimes ugly world of people and nature into a poem that "sees" with it's words.

I have missed your postings. Please write more....