Life’s a flattened Good Year tire.
It's a Jewish woman restrained by wire.
It's a raging fire
in cold December.
The windswept snow
obscures its glow.
It's a black man hanged up high –
a silhouette against the sky.
It's the passion of a love that burned
although that love was not returned.
It's addiction to escapes.
It's a box of old keepsakes.
It's a mother's star.
Her son's at war.
Life is a scar.