Sam Silva



Jesus Dies on a Park Bench Somewhere



How in the blue sky did they not know me?!!! mind pours out like wine

opens on to the mouth of the grasses. How

did they think me evil? I was so like them

but with primitive honesty

feeling the grief's of iniquity, guilelessly Christian

and democratic, in love with the cities

and in awe of the huge heartland


...for I have also waited

till knowing that unfortunate subject

of colder hearts than mine


...waited and pondered

till smoky time

finally stole

my breath.




Sam Silva © 2010