Monday, April 1, 2013

Easter Monday

Red River

Dom Julian Stead

A river rose
And flooded in my window

A river red
It washed my chairs and books away
And soaked my bed

I can no longer sit and read
I can no longer sleep
Or lay down my head
Except the damp reminder flows
Of where that red river rose,
Under thorns and scourge, the day
That some one bled.

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