A Poem by Debbie Berk SS 2018
Come home, lost souls; rest here your weary bones
where there is no pretense of hope, no spared hearts,
no untouched places of pain just the bitter comfort of the
cold, the honest brutality of the darkness and shadows
without illusion, ghosts without shame; dark birds singing
their welcoming eulogies…
4/1/2018 © Debbie Berk