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.