discovery…

discovery

for centuries
black
tortured hands
have dug
in life’s
obsidian
soil
souls
seeking
the sacred grave
where
liber lays
but
each tomb
opened
held
only
the ashes
of
other
ancestor’s
dreams
ancestors
who sought
manifest equality
but found
only
a mass grave
holding
the cinders
of
their
ancestor’s
dreams

the gift…

A Duel Poem

by  River Urke & Charles Martin

the gift

River Urke and I have once again entered into a duel poetry challenge and this is the resulting poem.  Duel Poetry:  a prearranged poetry writing challenge  between two people to evolve a new poem where each writer must respond to the other writer’s lines  (4 -5 ) until both parties agree that the poem is complete