No force of will can save us,
no magnificent gasp,
no morality haymaker—
there will only be seeds
scattered on the hillside,
old stones rolled away,
wheat standing for harvest.
By Heidi Turner
No force of will can save us,
no magnificent gasp,
no morality haymaker—
there will only be seeds
scattered on the hillside,
old stones rolled away,
wheat standing for harvest.
By Heidi Turner