spotting resilience…

morning routines
briefly
suspended
fragments
of the bomb
ripped away
the thin shell
of
normalcy
around
the market stalls
crews
quickly moved
to
clear
what
hate
had left
in its wake
after
the sirens
and
screams
came
moans of grief
then
the call to prayer
with
its unified moans
of
thanks
to allah
and
throughout
it all
the fly catchers
of
baghdad
had continued
to soar
seeking
food
for
their young

according to tradition…

another
holy day
the word
will be spoken
prayers
will be said
then
the killing
will
continue
the poor
will
still starve
the dishonest
will
be
deified
false prophets
will pursue
political 
power

 

graffitied…

i was sharing
some photos
of
brazil
with
the brown bag prophet
i
expressed
my
bewilderment
that
even
churches
had been tagged
with
graffiti
i showed
him
pictures
of
rio
the prophet
said
that’s
merely
a civilized way
of
dissenting
when
i questioned
the
civility
of such actions
the prophet
noted
that
in our country
as well as
others
people
and
structures
are
violently
destroyed
for
their
religious
affiliation
he then asked
anything
you
wanna tag

 

imperceptible to some…

©2019 Charles Wm Martin

i hear faint heart beats
pulsing and growing each day
like molten anger
veins pumping with odium
ready to bleed uncontrolled