The Poems of David Garlick
So now, the shrieking steel will fly. A boom, a rip and then a sigh and where it falls the young will die bleeding and torn, on sand. There, their lives will gush away and lips that bleed will softly pray for God and mother’s arms to stay the awful fear and pain. Sand […]
Just a man with hopes and fears. I make mistakes, I laugh, I love. I rise above my baser self, I sink to levels of despair, for I am but a man. Just a man in purple robes preaching the word of God. They listen to me but I am not Him. For I […]
I was a melancholy man but why I did not know. My guilt, a cloud that topped a hill. The one set for my feet to climb. So guilty cloud, I wish you gone. For I can see you as you are. You made me spend my life away, trying to be that which […]
Black dust a cloud. Where is the rain? Dry dugouts crack. Where is the rain? The grass is gone. Where is the rain? Red rimmed the eyes. Where is the rain? Grit edges teeth. Where is the rain? Sand devils swirl. Where is the rain? No crops will grow. Where is the rain? The […]