Wednesday, February 24, 2016
I wrapped yellow tissue around red
on days that the sun was clouded
and battlefields drenched,
If eyes could speak and lips weep
none would have broken
the confidences of their deaths
spoken only in their burying.
I learned silence that day.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016
Today we are prompted to write about martyrdom/witnessing at Poets United
This is my humble offering.