Do We Dare?
Micah Bournes, Stephen Bauman
She dries a tear
With the back of her hand
And gently lifts her swollen
Son
She feeds her daughter
Instead
"Try to sleep now, my
Child,"
She whispers,"By God's
Grace
Mercy will meet us in the mornin’
She's just running
Late."
Beauty from ash?
Joy from grief?
Is not
Suffering
Simply meant to be?
What if we were to
Throw our weight
Against the thoroughbred
Muscle of fate?
What if we were to muster
The gall
To slap the “mind forged
Manacles” of reason?
Could we counter-sing the
Song of sense?
Could we plant and harvest
Off season?
Why not defy entropy?
Why not taunt history
Even though time insists
It cannot reverse?
Do
We
Dare
Disturb
The Universe?
