Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
she,who once was my sister
dead in a house fire
now lying still in the coffin
her hair cut short
by an undertaker who never knew
she called her hair "Wild Ponies"
I don't know any beautiful words
for death or the reason why
sinners curl like blackened leaves
in the hands of God
she,who once was my sister
is now the dust
the soft edge of the earth
Sherman Alexie........from Old Shirts & New Skins
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