By Judith Hamilton
events spun
a fast
cocoon about her
hamstrung
she hobbled
through dark
days scaling
down to still: the zero
hour before the air
lift to the sun
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From Judith Hamilton’s Rain Carvers, p. 24
Poetry
Protest
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised
