Rock Me, Mercy: A Poem Written In Mourning
by Yusef Komunyakaa
The river stones are listening,
Because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today.
The singing in the electrical woods has gone down.
It looks like rain, because it is too warm to snow.
Guardian angels, wherever you’re hiding,
We know you can’t be everywhere at once.
Have you corralled all the pretty, wild horses?
The memory of ants asleep,
And day lilies, roses, holly, and larkspur?
The magpies gaze at us,
Still waiting.
River stones are listening
But all we can say now is,
Mercy, please rock me.
darlene anita scott 