For the Cause
A poem.
June 22, 2010
For the Cause
Stinging tears
like hot water
Eyes swollen around
a world of blur
I stumble back
to my agony's source
willing the pain for
a worthy end
Comforted
by the waft
of cumin, oregano,
tomato, garlic
I chop, I weep,
chop again
asking of the heavens
as tears run on
without heartache
What's chili
without the onions?