Two Poems by Sparrow

Poem

alive

into God

two doors

After A Fury

Here where it matters

who dies and who lives,

who weeps and who

refrains from anger...

Twelve men built this nation

-- twelve strong, angry men

for whom injustice was a dread.

And where is Washington's thoughtful

calm now?

Where Adams' antique piety?

Or Jefferson's genius?

Buried in the earth,

and we are awake

in a burning cloud.

Never bow (I say) to stone gods,

or to gods of silver.