Saturday, April 21, 2012


standing with your back turned
my lifeless fingers
hooked into your shoulder
Listen to me

Let the cry
from this silent throat
let this stiffened arm
thrust you toward new purpose

Love not
death’s debris
seek not
the thrill of living
among mangled corpses

Go back
tell your people:
call home
the cohorts
ground the flying murder

For what do they know
of our timeworn hills
where goats
long have grazed
on blood-fed grasses?

Do they think to make
fresh shoots sprout
in valleys
where women
and children
were shot down?

standing with your back turned
start marching straight ahead
and do not stop
for a photo op
until you've done
all I just said


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  3. Thanks, Wildgeese!

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