A Sharp Ton of Bricks

It’s three in the mornin’

I don’t feel like sleepin’;

Uncanny how often that’s happenin’

These spring-beginnin’ days?

A sharp ton of bricks,

Terror metal cannons

And arm-wrestle threats

Smother the routes

To freedom

But I’m sleepin’ with the

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Small Boys

There’s so much joy,

So much power and beauty,

In the faces of people

Singing together;

And in the big-small spaces

Between the notes.




But the cannons are

Facing east again

And, although we all

Stood side by quiet side

In the eleventh-hour silence,

Small boys will continue

To play soldier.


(Remembrance Day)