Screams break the air
Slaps bruise the skin
Teardrops form a puddle on the floor
Blood and bile mix
To form an artist's portrait
Of life
Darkness hugs the day;
Dreams break the night
As easily as the bullet
Children grow
An imitation of a past
Half-forgotten
Lost in smoke
Lost in smut
Never to be found
This is life
This is love
For a Lost Cause
April 27, 1996
