Is it that you cannot bear to <br /> <br />hear the heartbeats of Elena so young, <br /> <br />so pretty, so dear, waiting for the yakuza, <br /> <br />that you cry? <br /> <br />Or is it that you cannot bear to see ravaged Mom <br /> <br />combing her lifeless hair waiting for the ride home, <br /> <br />that you cry? <br /> <br /> I cannot understand, <br /> <br />for what is there in crying <br /> <br />when home is a terrifying dream, <br /> <br />when home is want so mind-boggling, <br /> <br />when home is an endless scream?<br /><br />Elmer Sayre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-do-you-cry-mirror-at-narita/
