The One Hundred Poem Promise

The Woman In Flames

You Circle Overhead

Down Below

People On Crutches

Walk By

A Grave That I Am

Writing On

The Woman In Flames

Stands Nearby

Holds Head Back

Watching

While I Carve Her Name.

I Am Destroying

Carbon Copies Of Me

Destroying You

I Destroy Me.

One Face

One Race

Stop The Madness

Stop The Next Stage

Put The Weapons Back

From The Drawers They Came.

No Need To Fall Down

I Have My Crutch To Hold Me Up.