Poetry- Harold Ackerman

Three Poems Starting with 'W'

Written on a Torn Package

for Eric and Chris

That time I stepped to the blackboard
to draw a shape with chalk as I spoke,
trying to illustrate some notion of unity
among a race of humans who were no more
to raise up children that their words might hold
against the spatter not of time but greed,
as my arm moved I saw their faces blanch,
their mouths shape awe, breath audibly
rushing in, "What?"  I said, "What wrong?"
and turned to see how quite by chance, or ...

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