Unmarked Graves
Michael Nowicki

We knew where they hid their father's belt
that hit them when they turned
from their families and entered our lives.
They came in through our back doors,
sat down on our porch
and drank tea with us while we listened
to the protest songs playing on the radio
and emanating through our own lips,
but those songs are gone along with them.
Death took some beyond our reach.
Too many mind altering drugs
changed them forever. We wish
they would return,
but now we are left behind
placing flowers on unmarked graves.

ISBN 1-882983-74-2
13 pages/$9