Words can swarm and leave the children dry
The temperature's sleeve is an ancient goodbye
The clock's blinking backwards reflecting her crimes
Because the weight of a soldier kneeled into time

And maybe our mothers can't know what they want
But the stampede of justice breaks into the front
Waves surging higher carved the earth blunt
Because a heart's decision is merely a stunt

And don't lie
We all know it's the truth
Just rub your eyes
In that telephone booth
And realize
You're the receiver
Cradled in your tear stained hands
Just don't live up to her demands


So take the clock's palms and whisper her fate
Because you're a failure devoid of mistakes
And maybe your sickness will never escape
But somehow you have to accept it's ok

Audrey Stephenson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-the-weight-of-a-soldier-kneeled-into-time/