A Poem for the Day


The day was bright and shone with light.

The flowers grew up in April.

Down on the grasses they shot – and – and –

On our stone paths we fell down, we fell

Down on shots that ring from rooms

With signs posted: bleeding to death,

The day was, bright, and, shone, with light.

The flowers, grew up in, April?

Up in the book shelves they broke – so – much –

Of our books, of the stories we tell

To each other… and in the end

A boy fell from a window…

The day was bright – it shone with light –