tears

an original poem by Josiah Merz

those tears they cried

from ashen skies

strewn with clouds

and thunder’s song

as kites they flew

in morning’s dew

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strewn with drones’

and winged ones’ song

as chorus grew in

sweet harmony with

distant thunders’ cry

as they brought song home

and tears they dried

Kites are NOT weapons.