How quickly can the sky be changed?
The long embrace from earth to sun
By upreached arms came tumbling down
'Til little more than dust remained.
Mad dogs, they tore poor doves apart,
Ripped life from limb and souls from earth.
No pity in those red blood teeth,
But in their haste, they left the heart
Alive to ride the tear-soaked floods,
To waiting hands and silent prayers,
To mourn, to heal, then stand and swear
The day shall come when dogs fear doves.
©2001 by Dean R. Pannell