This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins

This Dragging Night, Red Dust Enters My Veins This dragging night, red dust enters my veins, coursing into thick, blackened bone marrow. Life is a dark picture, complete with stains broken heart feeds crows and shoots small sparrows. No tears, for what good does salt water do when bones dissolve into mass jellied heaps. Yes Fate, you say my time is not yet through soon, how I will see you playing for keeps. R.J. Lindley Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse) Private Journal November 19th,1972 Note- At age 18, I only thought I had endured a great and unbearable loss. Fate was to show me many such, much worse to come, as the decades came to pass. Deaths of baby brother, my infant son, my infant daughter, mother, many friends.