How similar are all the storiesOf the people.Of their everyday lives,And the not-so-everydayDays wrapped in knivesOr days wrapped in velvet;A coat of tufted fabric;A coat of bloodBright with sacrifice. You cannot have everything,Neither can I. Children get worseWhen they float high. But, I am willingTo compromise. Come, I’ll sing youA lullaby.Twinkle TwinkleDon’t you cry.I am …
