Lance Henson

i have walked streets filled with
fellow travellers whose lives
have been stolen by madmen

they become the sudden wind that blows
past you waiting for the light
to change

from world to world
the hour fills with these voices

rwanda bosnia wounded knee

a tribal rhythm
running as a wolf cut loose
from heaven

reminding you that the world that
is lost
is not theirs

January 30, 1997
Milan, Italy

© 1997 Lance Henson

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