By Madison
Date: 18 March 2001

to have and to hold

that morning at the wash basin 
your eyes insisted.
my arms closed themselves away.
now I stare
at dirt, heavy of this 
humid month.  these clumps of 
choking earth, stop their falling. 
I wore white.  defiantly. 
to make this all into a lie.  
my mind, would scream 
with piercing rage. 
crowded with sadness, it
has no sense of reason.  
what defense can justify a box
to hold you now. 
I thought to bring a packet 
of small tissues.





M Madison
18 feb 01