soul murder
listen,
banging on the back door
files of despairing dead arrive
flies flapping in swirls of night
damning anatomy of soul murder rises -
screeching, souls pulled over razor pointed
heinous history, burned, beaten, shot, stabbed,
water hosed, dog-ravaged, hanged from trees,
dragged behind cars, left to die on wire fencing,
our myriad murders, our unprotected heroes -of
then, now ripped in hellish heave backward again,
screeching in righteous recrimination draw messages
in their crusted blood spilled for naught,here they are
pulled from places of rest, leaning in exhausted agony -
these resurrected, recriminating warriors of past struggles
won-now defeated long after the fact, faces of disgust push
patterns of themselves through the net of the creaky screen door -
come to shake their heads, eyes deep-dark in agony of our betrayal
our permitting this
racism reload -
reinvigorated and
balloted as normal
embracing the dark
seeking spirits to
destroy
listen,
learn
light,
fight
now
Wow...strong writing. Especially haunting is this bit...
ReplyDeletefaces of disgust push
patterns of themselves through the net of the creaky screen door -
come to shake their heads, eyes deep-dark in agony of our betrayal
My goodness! I can hear my heart pounding in my ears! Such a strong poem!
ReplyDeleteFor whom the bell tolls indeed; profound write
ReplyDeleteWarm wishes this Sunday morn
much love...
A real cry from the heart - powerful and urgent
ReplyDeleteYes, some things must be confronted squarely and called what they are.
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting shaped poem, it reminds me of an army helmet and I think one is needed in this battle. On second glance it could be a bell to ring for the souls lost.
ReplyDeleteOh may we cease, and grow thereto... enough is enough... let the bell chime
ReplyDeleteYes, Pearl....a call to arms - not the shooting kind, the open, loving kind, to reverse this misinformed and misguided attempt to return to a dark place we have no wish to re-enter. We will resist at every turn.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! That was awesome but my advice is (if that was were a creative mind is)cool your jets. :) I always enjoy my visit here reading you.
ReplyDeleteZQ
How well you outline the foulness of humankind with the poem telling or should I say tolling the bell for our humanity in the way you shaped it.
ReplyDeleteThis "racism reload" is back door swinging into a bad history, for sure. The bright bell of the poem tolls "listen,/learn/light,/fight/now." Why we have to go back to this fight? Is racism that rooted in the American soil and soul? Well, here we go. Amen.
ReplyDeletePowerful!!!
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