Silent Joan
A poem of tragedy
Silent Joan, Lived by secret words, Slept on a broken Winter bed Her grief lay undisturbed.
The dawn birds never sang and Hope’s music never played, Strong alcohol swayed feeling, Her abuser felt the same.
Silent Joan understood that poverty was like, No rainfall in the forest but a firebreak for all time.
The ranger had an idea Why her dog could not be found.
While Silent Joan saw heaven from a blood flow six feet down.
© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.
