POEM FOR A SKY THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN (written with John Sweet)

After the dawn's metamorphosis
we taste the hard edge of living
and with stale steel eyes
see with the wary vision
of a thousand yard stare

The bitter taste of defeat
even
when no war is being fought

And when the man you've
been watching
from behind dirty glass
falls silently to the pavement
all your beliefs are
proven
to be true

Futile
as the
cold winter sun
slowly
going under

-Gary Jurechka and John Sweet

1998

(Note:This piece is a collaboration between both authors listed)