refugee’s journey to freedom…

he said
death ain’t
that
bad
but
dying was
quite
complicated
found myself
and
family
in one of those
no man lands
between
two nations
we had left horror
only
to find
that
horror
had followed
our footsteps
winter’s frigid hands
took
our first child
while
the second died
of
that new virus
well
that’s what we
suspected
since
no one
was testing
nor
for that matter
considering us
suppose
it didn’t help
that she
hadn’t eaten
much that last week
my wife
the elders said
died
of a broken heart
such things
are hard to prove
but
having such losses
and
being seen
as
subhuman
may add
some validity
to
their belief
as for me
i drowned
crossing the border
my body
was swept
out to sea
no need
for a burial
in
another
unmarked grave
so you see
being dead
ain’t
all that bad
but
dying
well
that was
complicated

 

when you’ve taken what you want…

when you've taken what you want

tell me
when will the laughter
begin
again
when
will
a child’s voice
sound
as pure
as
a parent’s love
when
will
we hear
the carefree caress
from a nighttime story
as
a child
is placed
in a warm bed
their
heartbeats
heard
above
the cries
for food

holographic images…

holographic images

these children you see
homeless hungry and alone
are to be ignored
their fate is not yours
nor that of your dear children
no need to look up
finish your coffee
catch the downtown train to work
you’ll feel better then
we have really tried
to make them invisible
but their holograms
for moral reasons
reappear from time to time
not to worry friend
winter vacation
is at hand so forget them
have another drink
give us a moment
to erase their visual file
from your memory
they’re a hologram
nothing more than an image
that somehow can bleed

making soup from bones…

Making Soup From Bones

as i picked up
the groceries
for thanksgiving
the brown bag prophet
said
as i hurried
to my car
now don’t you find
it interesting
that on this day
of
thanksgiving
when the descendants
of the pilgrims
will eat
736 million pounds
of turkey
that the very people
that made it possible
for them to be
survivors
in the first place
will have
50 percent
of their
children
go to bed
hungry
not just today
but
everyday
now
ain’t that
something
to be
thankful
and
proud of

as you stand in line at starbucks…

CoffeeCup

i wondering
who will
take the time
to dig
beneath the rubble
of hope
to find
the charred
bones of peace
seeking
to reunite
the dream
with
the promise

orphanage…

orphanage

and this child
shall not cry out
and sling stones
at tormentors
nor
sift through
smoldering rubble
to find
something to sell
for a scrap of food
nor
shall this child
wail with war’s sorrow
as parents
are buried
no
this child
will not cry
nor
suffer the pangs
of hunger
for this child
has been embraced
in the warm arms
of death
sheltered
from the apathy
of mankind