Sorrow CreekA Poem by Raven Starhawk
Mock me with you painted lips
Crimson diamonds slither between pearls
Why do you watch me dance?
While the children of the living dead march
And Mother's Day is a massacre
You may find me down by Sorrow Creek
© 2012 Raven Starhawk
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