Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
Frightened, he ran out from the lighted rooms,
And, desperate, panted beneath the night,
And shouted great words to the endless sky
Cried on the darkness and there came no light.
Words, words, and the long searing bitter breath
Of anger and of impotence consumed
The reckless strength of him, until he threw
Himself upon the ground. A glow illumed
The awful night, a great voice seemed to stir
Across the empty heavens, and the place
Was shaken. but the man beyond al care
Hid in his folded arms his stricken face.