Donald Levering wrote an interesting poem by the above title. The unique poem begins:
wearing the gloves of abductors,
doesn’t it love kisses on fingertips?
Why hooded from your lovely eyes?
Why digging secret graves in the woods
that scintillate with butterflies?
The poem ends with these lines:
The mothers continue
their silent procession.
The faces and names that they carry
refuse to be erased.
In politics and in human life, true meaning and essence lies sandwiched in-between the beginning and the end.
To read the entire poem by Donald Levering, go here.
