BLACK SEPTEMBER

Inside the garden

The players played

Balloons of laughter

Lifted lightly on the air

Color-curled promises rose like music

Above the garden wall

Drops of crystal sun carried

Far and wide

Outside the garden

The phantom lurked

Terror-dark and silent as night

And then….and then….

Tiger anger sprang

Swift, swift, the slaughter wind swept

Far and wide

Time passes

The broken toys are mended

The garden games bloom once more

But for some the party is over.