what does this mean. <br />to see walking men <br />wrapped in the color of death, <br />to hear from their tongue <br />such difficult syllables? <br />are they the spirits <br />of our hope <br />or the pale ghosts of our future? <br />who will believe the red road <br />will not run on forever? <br />who will believe <br />a tribe of ice might live <br />and we might not?<br /><br />Lucille Clifton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeker-of-visions/
