MOTHER OF STORMS by Ethan Davidson

Coalition on Homelessness, SF (coh@sfo.com)
Wed, 1 Dec 1999 20:44:31 -0800 

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MOTHER OF STORMS
	Throwing hot electric balls, She spits both blood and fire, 
tries to keep Her children warm,
and burns with hot desire.
Fighting lies with both Her hands
the tears run down her face.
Riding on the winds of change,
She goes from place to place.
	Stephen never did forget the years he was at war. Now he finds it hard to sleep because his arms are sore. Even when the shit takes hold, the cold works through his clothes. Stephen still recalls the night another soldier froze.

	Susan stayed beside her man through broken teeth and bones 
'till the night she realized she was better off alone. Now she crawls 
inside her bag like she does every night. Things are like they were 
before,
you drink and sleep and fight.
	In the bottom of the ship his great grandfather came. 
Everything he had was gone except his spirit's name. Now Tito sits on 
a raft that's floating on a wave between the God that rules the sea 
and the God that rules the grave.
  	Joseph drank his vodka down and fell into a dream. People in 
the shop nearby all heard the high pitched scream By the time they 
reached him, the three boys had run away. Joseph's skin was burning.
Someone thought they heard him pray.
	Throwing hot electric balls, She spits both blood and fire, 
tries to keep Her children warm,
and burns with hot desire.
Fighting lies with both Her hands
the tears run down her face.
Riding on the winds of change,
She goes from place to place.

Ethan Davidson


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<fontfamily><param>Courier_New</param>MOTHER OF STORMS

	Throwing hot electric balls, She spits both blood and fire, tries to
keep Her children warm,

and burns with hot desire.

Fighting lies with both Her hands

the tears run down her face.

Riding on the winds of change,

She goes from place to place.

	Stephen never did forget the years he was at war. Now he finds it hard
to sleep because his arms are sore. Even when the shit takes hold, the
cold works through his clothes. Stephen still recalls the night another
soldier froze. 	


	Susan stayed beside her man through broken teeth and bones 'till the
night she realized she was better off alone. Now she crawls inside her
bag like she does every night. Things are like they were before,

you drink and sleep and fight.

	In the bottom of the ship his great grandfather came. Everything he
had was gone except his spirit's name. Now Tito sits on a raft that's
floating on a wave between the God that rules the sea and the God that
rules the grave.

 	Joseph drank his vodka down and fell into a dream. People in the shop
nearby all heard the high pitched scream By the time they reached him,
the three boys had run away. Joseph's skin was burning.

Someone thought they heard him pray.

	Throwing hot electric balls, She spits both blood and fire, tries to
keep Her children warm,

and burns with hot desire.

Fighting lies with both Her hands 

the tears run down her face. 

Riding on the winds of change,

She goes from place to place.


Ethan Davidson



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chance martin

Coalition on Homelessness, San Francisco

468 Turk St.

San Francisco, CA 94102

vox: (415) 346.3740

Fax: (415) 775.5639

coh@sfo.com

http://www.sfo.com/~coh

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