A Moment Of MadnessThe rain pours from the morbid sky,Hitting the blood stained ground with a dull;"splash!"Raven black hair clings to snow white skin,spattered with crimson.The teardrops of lives lost stream around him,Evading him.Washing away the thick, red lifeblood,That has been shamelessly spilt;From innocent people.Slated down in a moment of madness.Thunder claps deafeningly overhead,As the heavens roar their rage.Lightening flashes, bright and wonderful,Decorating the dark, swirling clouds.Wind whips through the bending trees.Sharp, strong, unrelenting.The rain continues to lash down,Washing the earth clean of the taint.But still;The blood remains on the monster,The man with no humanity.Mother Nature can cleanse the earth;But not its people.
Of Course We Danced The dome was sixty feet in diameter. That means it was thirty feet high. To put up a south-facing arc of windows to keep us warmer in winter, a person had to have a head for height. I had a head for it, a practically insane disregard for tension or personal safety up there. I liked looking out at the big valley below our canyon and at the high mountains across from our place. It made me a pretty slow worker, but I helped. One cold winter, when the first two babies were born in the "largest private dome ever built," twenty-three people lived in there. I got tired of the scene. Too many people milled inside the place all day long. It was too cold to camp out, and I was often the "three" after the e