contemporary poetry

three years ago today
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
night is dark, and the winter winds
dear wife
have we no shame?
lo! 'tis a gala night
through the broad earth's aching breast
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
with lips blood red and heart of stone
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
out of the deep and the dark