Only Death.

Only Death. short poem

Uploaded by Marjorie Meetoo


Dig a hole and shout
As death and destruction wage an exemplary war.
Soft stranded hair
Wailing waves
Lead floating bodies astray.

Who would cry for you my child?
Who remembers the name with the guttural abyss?
Who would cry for your iridescence?
Your excruciating breath?

I would cry
For your inhuman beauty,
Your translucent heart.

Pudgy promises never kept
Make merry on the oil rigs.
Lofty words ring empty to the one awaiting his beheading,
Not having tasted a single kiss.

Poor child
You could not say the words,
Your hands burnt on spiky walls.
Channel tunnels, suffocating minds,
Politicians, fighter planes
Live coverage, solid smiles.

Dig a hole and shout,
There is no expiation
Only death.

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