West Texas Tradgedy

Written 10yrs ago about the war tu jour,still goin down today.Et tu,coyote

windless night

somewhere down a gravel road,a street light

a lonesome home

where stray dogs roam

out here the earth is still

with a clammy chill

inside the house

a woman rocks

candles burn

her baby squirms

with aching heart she sighs

then loudly,the baby cries

the spell now broken

but her body stiff and oaken

can not respond

looking down she eyes the pond

that her tears have rained down

on the wooden floor

light years from a war

that like a meteor

crushed her fragile dreamworld

and as the night deepens

her mind skirting reason

she sees a black bag

on the zipper,a tag

she sees the name

last name is the same

as her own

with her mind swirling around

afraid to touch down

on the same dusty ground

that will soon be home

to the man she felt sure

would provide and secure

a safe stable place

where the lord shares his grace

not the hot,barren earth

that ends with,the reverse of birth

Author's Note

No more posting for a while,gotta work

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The story in the words. Short, honest and direct. Made me wish to know and read more. You create a situation of darkness and deep thoughts and places. A powerful and worthwhile write. I wanted more.
Coyote