As I drove to work
you were bent double,
white-haired,
big-bellied,
red-faced,
furiously weeding,
tending a roadside cross.
Was this your wife,
your child,
your victim?
I see your grief in every wrench
and I wonder
if you should leave the thorns
as a crown.
you were bent double,
white-haired,
big-bellied,
red-faced,
furiously weeding,
tending a roadside cross.
Was this your wife,
your child,
your victim?
I see your grief in every wrench
and I wonder
if you should leave the thorns
as a crown.