Friday, May 27, 2016

Warm Tears

Warm Tears 

When warm tears, filled with pain,
Slide down a victim's fading face
Don't wipe them away - just let them stay
For all of the human race.



   This morning, as I lay in the back of my car thinking about the technological targeting and enslavement of humanity. . . warm tears slid down the side of my face. As I thought of reaching up to wipe them away, my heart cried, "Don't wipe them away - just let them stay for all of the human race." So I did. I let them stay. Then I sat up to write this poem. And then I was tortured for it - a sudden infliction of pain to the back of my head. But I kept writing and the next three poems weaved their way into my notebook.