Flipping bass notes fill my room.
Mystery rose hangs in bloom.
Unforgiving quake darkens into gloom.
How many must we entomb?
Thoughts clenched between my teeth.
Baby's breath awaits vulnerable sheath.
God's wrath has leveled cities into heath.
What has He brought for our wreath?
9-21-99, PARC Office (The day after Taiwan's 7.6 Earthquake) The views and opinions expressed in this page are strictly those of the page author.
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