After the mayhem underneath <br />the enshrouding darkness, <br />the beaten and the sad <br />collect themselves <br />and fraternize with the loneliness <br />that the elegy of hope sang, <br />and I wonder if it was inertia <br />or the dutiful hands <br />of the senescent night <br />that brought me amongst <br />the felled daggers <br />from your skies.<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/felled-from-your-skies/
