The Glimmer Has Gone from the Eyes
Every season gives way to another
The trees have lost their leaves
and now forgotten are their shades
lacerated and turned over
are the umbrellas in the whirlwind
doused and wet the heads
they once covered
calloused are the palms
broken the drum skin they beat
the sounds have become hollow
and lost the rhythm of their lives
and the rhymes of their poetry
so the feet of the…