on Rwanda
Reflections
cool breezes cool fan blows
on
my
my
pen
the sea
my
face
blurry rain
bright shiny fuzzy
ing
it
is
my
hair dances
goose-bumped
making black snakes on
is
is
neck
turn
it
is
the paper
watering the ocean
my eyes
hurt
from watch-
off
the puddles of swirling color are too bright
the muffled buzzing too loud
my
friends are dead they are hungry and in
pain they are frightened to death
sadness wells up dark and ferocious
seconds tick by time passing not waiting for
me scratches on paper the words
pain anger rage gnawing
the earth
ows
is
me
one the brink of darkness shad-
are behind every
the moon's pale face sky's black
at
mean nothing
comer
is
shining against the
back
ghosts of people
I
know
are staring at
making me remember they
are
me
gone
Rob York
