Unhinged by Weather
storms in war, only my storm clears;
flowers bloom,
they do not choose
life or death.
Beauty … and uncaring war!
earth catches it all:
rain, sweat, afterbirth.
Salt stings my eyes,
kills flowers.
Beauty … and uncaring war!
earth catches it all:
rain, sweat, afterbirth.
Salt stings my eyes,
kills flowers.