Blood Lines 1966
It wasn't the hair, gauze shirt
with a zipper down the back
but, his voice...
so strong -
it rattled my bones -
broke my heart...
sent goose bumps down a spine.
Who, who was he before he turned
gray...
arms thin -
moccasins worn...
Strength came from his soul
it cried out...
reaching the nervous …
system.
Care? Who - cares about yesterday,
today he gave his blood
his thin leg’s crossed
eyes lost in time
weaker now
sharing
life
all they noticed - a gauze shirt -
the beard -
worn moccasins,
not worn purple veins,
No one new his name.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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