July, 1995 By Thomas Baynes

July, 1995 By Thomas Baynes From the depths they have cried to us,While we sit by rivers and weepin remembrance of their tears.Their silent howl deafens out ourempty courteous words and fears. There upon Balkan valley floor,does the elemental death danceover wood-brown coffins shroudedin grass green cloths, suffocatingthe humble dead who hold their breath. White […]