Vast Fields of Crosses, All the Same

Music: Who Is at My Window Weeping.
Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

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Vast fields of crosses, all the same,
Each embellished with a name.
This is what your love had sought!
Embrace the child become a thought,
Reduced to regimented loss,
A name screwed on a plain, white cross!
Nor can you feel what you must feel
Since what is real cannot be real.
Devour the moment, make it yours,
As life continues on all fours,
Yearning, begging at closed doors.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon





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