Here are a couple of my favorite poems. \t  Boy \t \t Blowing on the back of a naked neck, and whispering simple apologies with the terror and remorse of only the brave. The tears are unfelt and unseen by the boy. And a mother's scream that must surely wake the dead, does nothing but rattle and bounce from wall to wall.
Delia There is terror behind those eyes that have not lost that last breath yet. And the terror would make me cry but I am stone, I cannot break. And she turns, feeble with grief, from the life she wanted, that she needed. She is scared. She is alone. And she turns, away from my body.
Gallows The public square, a killer Blindfolded Bound, even gagged no escape, no remorse, no love the wait the jeers the taunts the signal the end the spectacle of death.