Senryu 15: Prompt insideLook! It's so pretty!More Like This
The world looks great from up here!
I can't wait t-... zzz....
August 12, 2008August 12, 2008More Like This
It is always the old who stay
behind, shambling unsteadily
down uneven stairs, drifts
of wreckage and memory
rising up around them as they
head out onto the streets of Gori
after rocket attacks have made
a quiet of the world. Worrying
their tongues as they calculate
laari against lamb and walnuts,
they fidget with memories fit to untwist
the rebar and shattered concrete
they find strewn across the plaza
and cross themselves as the air
quakes. I hear them, how they give
witness to the sorrow they stand
with on the front steps of a nameless
building. I hear their petitions.
Where would they go, these mothers
of the fathers of the smallest lives,
these brothers of the women who have
sold sour cherries in this very square
every Tuesday but this one?
Where is there to go but down
the uneven stairs and into the square,
looking for a childs blanket or a friend
among the faces of the dead?
Senryu 11: DrugsThree white trails of dustMore Like This
I left you all alone-- for
Three white trails of dust