Composed In Wonder Poem by Andrew Benton

If all trespasses on forsaken roads,
ere dawn breaks over crimson-stained, dark skies,
and all verities to shallow abodes
man’s death knolling thought still fails to supply—
if marigold vespers upon golden
skies, enjoined before Mars in stitches of
time, arise, all hearts of men together
willfully cry, discarding trite treaties
in ages long and dismally despised—
what love is there in life above,
apart from hope in joyous dove.