a soldier

a soldier came home today. from the jungle of vietnam.
the governor was here,
and many other people.
his mother wasn't, she had passed.

now our soldier is home.
beside his mother.
where he belongs.

this is my trademark. this is notification. this is the logo i use on the web.i think it looks kind of z'ish.  

the aftermath

lay it down,
lay it down,
lay it all down.

and let the light turn to laughter.....
and let the world spin around........

lay it down, lay it down.
lay it all down......please...
let the pain of our feelings go,
and lay it all down.....

evil in russia

such evil.
not greater in quantity, but greater in pratice.
without regard to race, age, religion.
without regard to life.

a new school year, new clothes, new friends.
in the third grade. a new ribbon in her hair. a new dress.
led by her mother's hand on a sunny walk to school. to learn.

the conversation between mother and daughter.
on that day on the way to the first day of school.

the terror, the terrible thirst, the hunger, the filth of soiling oneself,
the heat and the stench and the fear and her mother's hand,
on that first day of school in the third grade.

the first night. the heat. the thirst.
her new dress folded beside her by her mother on her first day of the third grade.
her ribbon still in her hair. in her mother's hands.

a day, more thirst, more fear, more hunger, more filth, more stench,
more tears, holding her mother's hand.

an explosion, mother holding, fleeing evil, seeking goodness,
feeling fear, shot in the back. on the third day.
in the third grade. in her mother's arms.

that is evil.

this is my new girlfriend. she has asked for my hand in marriage, but i have said no. she eats crackers in bed. ritz crackers.