Epitaph
When the great eagle has shed its wings
When a bed of feathers burns the tired flesh
When the iron sky becomes as dry as the winter moon
When frightened children run silently among the shadows
When bricks of hatred assemble the house of tolerance
When the sign of chaos leads us from beneath the dying swamp
When love is a word felt and not spoken
We will see the truth hidden inside the stone
Buried beneath the violent winds of sorrow
Copyright ©1993 by Darin D. LaGarry