The Children
Their arms enfolded him
Their faces opened wide
They drank him with their eyes
He smothered in their trust
No no he pleaded
You must not think of love
Here see my heart’s ashes
My spirit’s moat of dust
But they did not listen
Nor falter in their thrust
Hugged instead his sorrow
And cried you must you must
6/10-6/19/98
Copyright 1998 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission



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