Three Dawns
by April Ardis Anderson
As fools run and holler
winking in and out
across the horizon
between the here and now,
the sunlight fries their bodies
and dissolves their thoughts
to satisfy its own wailing hunger
born from the midnight battle
of struggling to rise.
Eyes close their pupils
and scream at the glow
that exposes ugly secrets
of centuries past and present
which were formed by evil minds
and thrown at passing clouds
who let them fall on soft ears
like bricks and hot irons
to surpress the surviving dreams
imagination concocted,
and reality fought.
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