by Wick Fields
Dear friends
We have seen so very much together
We have witnessed cruelty together
We have watched heads roll together
We have fallen in love together
We have sang tenderly together
Isn't it time we take stock of the fact
That we are capable of anything?
Given the right circumstances
Given the right melodies
Given the right spears.
Oh the flames Whipping wild at city gates In Rome and Beijing and Cleveland Frightening the old Half cold in their graves And surrounding the young Half hung by their age. Oh the flames Lapping low at
by Wick Fields Every night I'm revived From the day's incursions By the language of the dead Because I'll tell you this No army can march Over Raymond Carver's mercy.
by Wick Fields There isn't enough time To express the wholeness of things There is only time To survive the blast.