The Sky Cried

Today, the bugle sounded,
the haunting echo of taps 
permeated the silence,
and the sky cried.

Today, names were called,
but no one answered the roll,
as heads bowed for their loss,
and the sky cried.

Today, wreathes were laid,
tributes to memories, woven 
into circles and adorned with red,
and the sky cried.

Today, as the world remembered 
the snuffing out of lives
like candles left in darkness,
it’s fitting
that the sky cried.


november 2007
Janet Reid







Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Nov 11, 2007