A Poem
On a pleasant night at a pond
I saw the moon anxious
You are a pleasant one
a quiet one
a reflective one
Pray tell what bothers you
…
There’s a crater unlike none
Its small
Like a sharp word
In the court of heart
That cuts deep
…
It appeared on the day
There was a cloud
Of fire and smoke
On an eastern land
I heard the cries
Of those engulfed
A day like none other
…
The crater, I fear
Is not the last
Of a similar one
I expect fast
The words I heard before
Are repeated again
From a different land
I may hear the cries again
