Life evolves

So we're told

Times march

So does art



Beauty unfolds

From under cold

Becoming warmth

Amidst hard storms



And we become

Those who numbed

Us, long ago - before

Our turn to outpour



For time's caught up

And we're not any pup

As new generations

See only their nation



And close out those

Who don't suppose

They can exchange

Their words of pain



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

2:22pm Thurs. Feb. 19th, 1998