Man Kind

The winds are sweeping across America.

The flags are shredding on their poles.

The dogs are barking at the sunsets,

and the coals are burning down.

 

What turn in the road has brought us here,

to this crossroad at the end.

To that moment in time when all love dies,

and man is no longer kind.

 

Amy Rosi

Poetry & ProseAmy Rosi