-TIE / Day Ride by Pam Huggins-
-TIE / Letters From Viet Nam by Ron Warren-
This Icarus of crushed-dream wings flutters
through sunshine glass. Rays of razor ice
shovel canals of warm Armageddon tongues,
French kiss death as the maiden of slumber wraps
his body
in her cutting cloak. Tiny red birds swirl
in this wicked ice storm spiraling into psychotic eyes
that have seen too many days of night
Falling toward death
since that day
when he was 11
and one of the kids said:
“We begin dying
the moment we are born.”
Where is that gentle hand to discover him?
That gentle voice to soothe crushed wings.
Anyone’s touch but the maiden of slumber.
Cold, cold fingertips, arctic lips.
Where is the soft savior
I have been praying for,
Father who art in heaven,
How much further must I fly
How much further must I fly
How much further?
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