The tanks pass by
in waves of heat,
but no heart.
How can you come
to violate, and rest
a moment on our eyes.
And watch the birds fall,
from the wild and bare trees.
The look of love
The tanks pass by
in waves of heat,
but no heart.
How can you come
to violate, and rest
a moment on our eyes.
And watch the birds fall,
from the wild and bare trees.
A Wandering Poet 