* Poem

1963-2013

WEEP THE PEOPLE

(Too Too Red Novembers)

Our Fifty Thanksgivings

enfold
Two Kennedys 
and a King, 

twin towers 
and a steeple.

Our Five Decades of Novembers

 unfold

stained schools, 

stained books,

Kents and Sandy Hooks,

a cruelty deeper.

  

Our Half Century of passing time
has sold

memory 

for storyteller's gold; 

Trousers are now rolled 

and

history 
eats its old,

once 
weepers.