Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Sugar Cream Pie



People die
as we drink our coffee
and eat a mid-afternoon pie.
His cousin
used to work with my aunt
and this thin line
is enough to make
words catch in my throat
knowing
their world
has been blown apart
and I marvel
that I cannot
hear the screams
while
we drink our coffee
and eat a mid-afternoon pie.

1 comment:

  1. I think you have a good handle on the vastness and absurdity of the human condition. This is my kind of poem. thanks!

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