Monday, February 14, 2011

8. Georgia Lee, Tom Waits

[This is a stanza from a mixed cd poem I've been working on. It didn't fit. But I think it works as a stand alone poem.]

Why wasn't God watching? Why wasn't God listening? Why wasn't God there for Georgia Lee?

It’s hard
to believe in
the kingdom come
when I hear stories
about kids on the streets
being used for ugly things
instead of sleeping
through algebra class
where they ought to be.

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