myspace poem

arched the flood
from our hidden places
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
tell me less or tell me more
do you hear the rain?
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
not from the whole wide world
when a deed is done for freedom
a mist was driving down
she heard the children playing in the sun
i go my way complacently
brother, i am fire
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i am a woman