long remembered…

 

they died as martyrs
cameras recorded their deaths
crowds chanted praises
promising not to forget
but death’s fear clears one’s memory

 

training camp…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2011

he watched
as the soldiers
destroyed his home
dragging his father
into the street
beating him
ripping the clothes
off his mother
kicking her
repeatedly
he watched
he watched
very
carefully
without
a single
tear

a woman of honor…

the weight
of society
pressed hard
against her throat
like a soldier’s boot
bearing down
with anger
because
she had
survived
and now
was due
some benefit
for standing tall
in the streets
fighting side-by-side
with men
against tyranny
had she died
in that stuggle
her torment
would have been less
but like a fool
she trusted
that freedom
was
for all
and now
had
to pay
the price
for her
beliefs

hawk chronicles #4…

copyright cwmartin 2011

true predators
understand the importance
of patience
let the prey
frolic in freedom
for a while
declaring victory
over all they fear
becoming fully exposed
and out of the watchful eye
of some sympathetic
watchdog
then
strike

the chameleon…

Image by J. Kleber

 

 

an elite creature
moving from one
life governing branch
to the next
altering its color
to blend into
the new environment
but
the chameleon
does not
change
its diet



majority vote…

 

out on the street
they have decided
to cast their votes
no paper ballots
or hanging chads
this time
rioto complicate
the matter
just a large number
of warm bodies
crowding into a square
where their unified voice
might
be heard
but
the movement
as they call it on the news
doesn’t really have
a single voice
just a unified complaint
and if he goes
then what
freedom
or
a fragmented
group
that
turns upon
itself
to feed