Stranger In The Night Poem written by the poet and free lance writer Helen Losse (http://helenl.wordpress.com) and based on this artwork: Better Not To Know Somewhere a stranger sits on a hillside. Somehow a light shines deep in the night. The man with the purple face has three fingers on his hand. He looks upward, face frozen. The buzzards have gathered. Is he dead or alive? A woman raises her arms, cries out. Is she sharing his pain? Sometimes it is better not to know. Another man sits—in prayer, perhaps. GO BACK