Thursday, November 10, 2016

IN A RAVINE

In a ravine
overwhelmed with rain
in the darkness and dirt
by rocks and stones
from Spain
all the way to Kiev
in the Ukraine
pushing out bones
of hurt bodies
from the earth
by the shield
of the endlessly slain
between tree spruces
of Herod's open spaces
in a dearth of evidence
trees need a monument
to those involved
sent to a firing squad
of annihilation
embedded in a breeze
out in a winding of faces
from a century's darkness
out of the ease of the nations
in these open spaces
out of fourteen stations
of God
who will not confess
any human deliberations.


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