Part Eight

……….time carries wounded –

Carries hearts and carries corpses,

Carries a wind upon the cheek to

One day look away,

     For the visionary and imagery

Of infants starved of love,

Can only cut the man so much,

          A finite - an incapacity

To Man’s excusing inhumanity,

For one day, I had to save myself,

     Turn away for just a moment

     For a future generation,

     And bid goodbye to those

     I couldn’t save, for I gave my

Rations willingly and hoped I wouldn’t

Starve;- and the child’s life be made for I to wonder……….