Thurman P. Woodfork

Thurman P. Woodfork: Elegy – for MelELEGY – FOR MEL

Lives touched by grief,
hearts aching without relief,
and on the wind, muffled cries,
tears, lamentation, endless sighs.

We are left to curse and mourn
another youth too soon gone;
all that promise never to be
emptied into a martial sea.

Again beneath a silent sky
echoes the question,
“Why, God? Why?”