Thursday, October 8, 2015

Blue Hills Of Sorrow


Blue Hills of Sorrow

Between the yielding inviting sand
And soft fresh clouds and sky,
Lie
The blue hills of sorrow
That launched one-way boats
Made of lumber cut by men
Whose lives were felled, too.
Hills
In whose depths, men and women and children
Picked and dragged relentless loads
Of darkness.

Blue hills of sorrow not forgotten.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for filling in the rest of the story on the lovely scene. Reminds me a little of the way the Stonehenge rocks and Pyramids were drug long distances. Mass graves nearby each.

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