My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.
Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.
Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.
Although I do not care for
Although I do not care for the title of the poem, I really like the text of the poem. The succinct and short statements give the poem an enormous verbal power.
Starward