Shedding

 

Peeling through to pure flesh,

the old gum sighs in strips,

scattering its skin, shedding

through its past. So the 

season drops its scales,

rippled bark slow breaks,

spreading broken promises

on soil which ever waits. 

Welcome grief

 

Welcome grief, stay awhile.

Let me wipe the dust from

your shoes and the tears

from your salted cheeks.

PALESTINE ACHES

 

 

The dead have silent teeth and empty throats,
they have no voice with which to speak, to cry
of all the horrors they have seen and been and
known; to call for justice, freedom from the

power of those who kill to claim what is not
theirs, the land of others, who suffocate children
in waves of dust and shredded metal moments,
where blood and tears and destiny are driven

deep into the waiting earth; dressing broken
fragments of their lives, their souls, their
hearts, that costuming of evil which war does
primp and posture into place, for those who

are the victims, for those who cannot speak,
and for whom the only hope can be for others,
that their throats are not empty, their teeth
are not silent, their words are not crushed

beneath the boot of evil and injustice and
military might, and that in the darkened
quietness of this awful, suppurating wound,
their only hope is that the voices of the living

will be speaking out for those who lie strewn,
fleshed like scattered crops, in that harvest
which bleeds and grieves and slowly seeds
the fields of future justice in aching Palestine.

Poetics – War Poetry | dVerse (dversepoets.com)