Listening to their singing
Mothers and children getting ready for bed
Outlines of light behind their curtains
Drawn against this world of now
They are still hopeful their lives will be as before
We stand in our places protecting them
Our pretend weapons cold against our hot flesh
The night holding our voices still
Ready for the always possible attack
Wondering what we did wrong
To deserve the madness
Spreading across the good earth
Seemingly no words or ideas can stop
The sword and bullet and bomb.
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom… Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.