Beneath the steaming forest glades
a rabbit has been slain.
Outside the faded window shades
there is a hint of rain.
In the still of night a baby
cries to suckle for some drink.
Silently a louse crawls by
an eye to sick to blink.
Above, the sky is full of clouds;
the sun is choked in pain.
And over dripping forest shrouds
there is a hint of rain.
At night, some vandalistic boys
are tearing down the bridge.
Then someone chops away too much
and tumbles off the edge.
And somewhere in another land
a rebel guards a door.
His blood has made a red rug
down in war-torn Salvador.
Beneath the stormy forest glades
a world laments in pain.
Outside the faded window shades
there is a hint of rain.
©1984 BY JEFFREY STANLEY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.