At War
(Ben Heine © Cartoons)
The Scream
Poem by Michael Hillmer

Crossing the bridge

Far from home

The sun, it's setting fast

I feel a breath of sadness pass.

The sky's crying red

And I am tired as death

Looking out across flaming clouds

Hanging like blood

Over deep, rushing water.

Time, it's running out

The long dead glow

Before night falls

An anguished scream

Knifes through nature.

Michael Hillmer
Copyright © 2002