Barren bleeding a fallow earth
Lost groans of childless birth
Saboba braves lie lifeless breathing
Parchment cracks with bitter seething.
Fallen seeds beneath lie weeping
death and bloodshed deeply seeping
Motherless and dry hang milkless breasts
childless songs scar a warriors chest
Painted buffalo and burning rivers
drinking sorrows while earth still quivers
Children buried the wolves come shearing
aching bellies deathless, bitter tearing
The corn remembers the green and tender
shoots of youth now lost of splendour
Weather-beaten ghosts once sacred poles
battered lifeless with scars and holes.
A contest entry
- Stalk Talk - PIF Closes tomorrow morning by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended September 14, 2007, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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totally pwoerful...I love the analogy... the story here is ot lost on me.
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