The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems
The News from Saigon
Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
The turning world,
a river of blood.
We whisper
words of love.
The radio rasps
"today in Vietnam . . ."
My hands move through
waterfalls of hair.
Our moans are not,
no not,
like theirs.
Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
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