Author Leo Yankevich I fingered the bone, and traced where the axe had landed, imagining the face of the girl, her life abandoned by the midnight sky. So I placed an aster in her tiny skull where a glimmering eye had been, and then I asked her to please forgive us all. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments