LAMENTATIONS

by David Eide

Days that conspire to close down the mind and destroy every hope possible it leaps up off the dead floor of the pitiless heart.

The door to the variegated world is a thin one and divides the world from a mundane but destructive one that insists every thing good and noble die.

And, species that only lately has learned how to leap from fiery trees.? How many times must you experience the collision of objects ? The cry of a baby is amplified from the mothers womb . They are fearful of loosing their titillation’s, afraid of mystery, and make crude strategies for survival.

They vanish into objects and are never seen again. Representatives of them wonder harmlessly through the city street at night. Mothers wail now. The people clamor that they don’t want the shame that is about to be dropped on them.