we have mined for too long and have dug much too deep and the fantasy of lessons learned makes me weep.
PEACE&LOVE - Tristan
writing, alighting candles that dance
prancing, unmasking the shadows of France
looking through winter to see to the spring
listening to all the birds that fly and sing
Easter approaches and arrives much too fast
to show all the horrors and crimes from the past
crosses cut cleanly do cause trees to bleed
and sap from a willow is never a seed
blood that drips thickly from each open sore
of limbs that are cut and can bleed no more
and even this paper on which I float free
is mixed with the blood of a brave fallen tree.
before || after
