Midnight Visitors


Mainly indistinct faces circling
in front of me in the abyss of night,
but at times I see a Cambodian
next to a neatly stacked pile of skulls,
a Jew staring from a crack in a boxcar,
an African, more corpse than man,
faltering through a desert that is as
desiccated as the landscape of our soul.
 

Copyright (c) 1991 Frederick Glaysher

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