The harshness of life melts the cold steel
by Dennis Beus
Until gone is the barrier that makes
I see the tattered pieces of metal
Learning the ways that people kill.
Floods still stalk the cities tremble in
Fear ... the terror of someone left
Without a meal.
Don't touch the glass just mirrored echo
Of my past -- too late wounded glass.
Then suddenly one foot was enough to stand
Through the tumble in grace.
Like to see the white cliffs of Dover before
I break in two, because I must find my place.
In the background I heard a piano whisper to my
Soul, "Don't let the glass break."
I tumbled back to the fold ... then with a
Blink I stood inside the glass that bleeds.
Don't' touch the glass it's just a mirrored
Echo of my past.