Bernstein wept. <br />Too late. <br />Fifteen years alive <br />this beautiful woman <br />then: <br />Chained about the neck and wrists <br />three circles cigarette burned <br />into her face <br />raped <br />eye sockets smashed <br />finally found <br />flesh hardly there <br />only mold merry at the feasting <br />and the sad tongue pleading mercy <br />but there was none <br />in Brooklyn <br />and at night the dream: <br />200,00 dead in Darfur <br />and who dared then to postulate <br />Heaven or Hell or a heart <br />without blood <br />all having been gulped by demons <br />drunk on murder <br />singing a tune of their own creation <br />while the world’s tears <br />chattered in a thimble.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beyond-that-final-blip-of-breath/
