Poem 'Wedding Dust'

Wedding Dust

This man is now nothing but the dust on which he stands,

a dust he piles on those he has just lost,

the same dust cast up by dancing feet in celebration

of the loving couples wedding vows.

And as they danced and clapped their hands, death screamed

from the sky to fall upon their happiness.

Now his eyes are cast to God and lonely, whispered

prayers are mixed with sad salt tear tracks on his dusty face.