>>> Item number 23760 from WRITERS LOG9401B --- (50 records) ----- <<< Date: Mon, 10 Jan 1994 18:35:02 JST Reply-To: WRITERS Sender: WRITERS From: Mike Barker Subject: SUB: Footprints of Clay hot off the drifting board - I think she's done, sort of. commentary? (HINT: beware the shifting metaphor, the blasted pun, my son, for in that light, the word's not right...:-) tink ----------------------------------------------- Footprints of Clay Copyright 1994 Mike Barker Is A human sole so light No footprints mark its passing Though thick red clay Glues other's tracks in place No. Tears and sweat, stinking Time wears mountains even into sand Each mark, each trace Faint baby soft skin touches Age rotted deep pothole aches, twists Signs. A woman, a man, a child A brother or sister Too often unknown Passed this way Before. Perhaps angels walk alone, Not touching, marring no stone, But humanity marches A wider, harder way On. Footprints of blood Never one Teardrops in common dirt Gods Atone. -----------------------------------------------