70 YEARS AND COUNTING

Their images 

etched in shadow light

forever

remind of us 

of their plight.

Cries of agony

and pain

frozen

in a flash --

as flesh sloughed

and fell

from mortal frame.

A war was ended

So they claim

the casualties,

a necessity.

Life ended

in Hiroshima 

it seems, 
as

Freedom rang

for you and me.

*August 2015 marks 70 years

since the dropping of the atom

bomb on Hiroshima 

THE JURY'S IN

I am sickened.

The taste of blood

is heavy on this jury's

tongues.

No blood

smeared on the lintel 

will spare this man/boy's

life.

His fate 

is sealed,

I fear

No balm exists

for Boston

save this brother's

blood.

MARGARET'S SONG: ELEGIA FOR A SISTER

I watched you grow,

become a woman

of incredible strengths.

Your laughter

lit my world,

And washed my heart

clear of sorrows.

Where will I find

another you?

Someone who can

transform my days

and sooth life's wounds?

You were my sister.

You are my sister.

This shadow world

of memories

Will form in bright

reverie

on my heart

And thoughts 

of you

Will be with me

throughout 

my days.