A Poem by Laurence Overmire



To have no home, no place to go
To be withoutóidentity.
Nothing in a pocket
Shoes without laces
Time too much to spend
Hope hanging from a noose
In a strangerís hand.
How does the heart survive?
Where is the kindness that kills
The dogs of war?
The fires have burned to ashes
Smoke rises without flame
And the future is a long, cold night lost


       Laurence Overmire is an actor/director/writer who has worked on stage, film and television. His poetry, eclectic in form and often provocative in its direct confrontation of social issues, has been widely published in the U.S. and in several other English-speaking countries. Overmire lives in Columbus, Ohio, USA.

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Published December 18, 2000
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