'Beautiful Sadness'

'Beautiful Sadness' timothy r gates, 6/16/2010

he hit me first
she gave me the fruit
you gave me her
that damn hiss,
'they're your children!'

the maypole
ashes, ashes
too many fall down
wish it were only
baby doll heads severed

her dove eyes
his ebony frets
joining the not allowable,
where children
know no enemies

words are lost
epiphany's silence
still eclipsed
by Rachel's sleeping children
beautiful sadness