Candlelight Vigil
thomas
fortenberry
(USA)
I joined the throng
the discontented
the cut down and mowed
amber waves of gold
light the night, pour across
the crowded isle of supporters
bowing, sharing our melted hands aflame
united and growing from sea to shining
which strings the bow-arched bridge
and leaps the honking geese
to firefly the shores
a thousand points of light
electrify the night, the nation
as peace slowly reawakens
a phoenix from the casket-birthed womb
of Camp Casey, our mother
figure, the icon, always grieving
but no longer crying
alone.