Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem of the Day: April 4, 1968 by Douglas Curry

 April 4, 1968

Eyes bulging, angry and dry
Tears scalding the back of my throat,
Into my stomach they go churning,
And set my heart really burning.

This just in. It is confirmed…
42nd Street in a riot.
Wall street in a panic.
Grown men crying, women cursing.

So it is done. He is dead.
Down from the mountaintop
With a bullet in his head.
Sing a song of Don Quixote….

They’ll be sorry, just wait
Watch what comes, you’ll see
A hawk has killed the dove.
Vile, putrid vultures now circle.

-Douglas Curry

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