this weight has anger,
it could be soft or hard,
it can hang in mid air then
dropp like a dead weight,
then suck up the air, and
wait for the payoff, this
payoff the blood of the children,
their very own children, dead,
and folded into a flag, or a
map, and when the sun pushes
the night away, , , , it all begines
again, , , , , , , ,
this weight has anger, but with
love it can be fixed.....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-weight-has-anger/
