byLance Henson
- i have walked streets filled with
ghosts
fellow travellers whose lives
have been stolen by madmenthey become the sudden wind that blows
past you waiting for the light
to changefrom world to world
the hour fills with these voicesrwanda bosnia wounded knee
a tribal rhythm
ancestral
running as a wolf cut loose
from heavenreminding you that the world that
is lost
is not theirs
January 30, 1997
Milan, Italy