Wednesday, July 13, 2011


You were caramel cloud

before they laid you under the ground.

Wedding songs pass over the virgin grave.

                                   Fireworks blast.

Your body in pieces innocent.

Somebody’s daughter, you were

a girl in the market in a city at war.

somebody’s sister, you were

a girl in a city at war in the market.

So lost you were


How many of those who

                                you once knew,

blown-up by the embrace of a hate hug

before your body could no longer contain

their deeds, germinating anger seeds?

Your rage blasting body is stopped

before                          you can enter the market

but, there is no turning point for you.

Clung to your sister                 innocent.

Two bodies crumbled in pieces.

This is the edit of an older poem inspired by Gautami's "Undead for Eternity" -- More on the train.
just happened.

1 comment:

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

That's really good. Thanks!