HELPLESS ARE THE SKIES

Helpless are the skies
burning from fading blood
anywhere on the earth
expecting daily accomplices
tyrants who forget nothing
yet we are too jealous
for a free afternoon
to visit,make friends,laugh
to recount yesterday's diary
may not be rescued
or remembered
in times like these,
even footprints
on unmentionable graves
or names of villages
far from home
and too hard to pronounce
or death camps
not yet disappeared in war
as we sleepwalk on grassland
wishing only for a visible
springs's inevitability.