You Can Hear the Darkness Stirring
Joan Payne Kincaid

It was the war
that turns the music
to chickens running
without heads
they sound clarinets
in gale-force wind
people are raving psychedelically
from the past
these that never
wanted WAR
that distorted perceptions
the nerves bleed and scramble
messages the fingers freeze
losing the image
peace fades
folds its final flute vibration.

ISBN 1-882983-02-5
35 pages/$6