Red African sun deaths
we celebrate with fire
smoke to darkness
ashes to ashes
the dreams have died and the memories
ended
together with the last days of our childhoods
I am sad but grown-up,now
I scurry from the fire
when the sun sinks tired
behind the city pyramids,
I see the dark
And know that there is this,
no more.
---OOO---
From: Ehrlich [ehrlich@flash.net]
Sent: Friday, October 30, 1998 9:30 PM'
Subject: To my brother