Good Friday Neighbors: Sijo IV


Good Friday Neighbors

On this starless night, spirits leave their pain behind at your table

And in the garden below, there’ll be an over-flow of laughter

Unholy shrieks much like a goblin makes on such a solemn night

Cold clinking glasses spilling mirth, and Sabbath bread is breaking

Voices growing, singing louder, Oh Night to mourning bringing night

Your alcohol is flowing, and your babies are crying in the dark

 Karen K.L. Espaniola April 6, 2012

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