Sentenced To Life

Tossing photographs

Across the floor

A suicide king

His crazy whore

Looking back

Nothing changed much

So in poverty and ruin

We remain untouched

It's twelve a.m.

My daughter cries

I fill her belly

And dry her eyes

My song is muted

By this intense pain

For tomorrow

We must pose again.

     Ciera S. Louise

     c.02/23/05