Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The trees were wailing

It's not peace if it's coming from one side of the fence
and it's the eloquence of a land grabber
that keeps me ashamed of swords
suddenly it dulls my battle and occupies my peace

the trees were wailing
between bullets and flesh
in communion with the silence
in a crater marked
women children men

You are never silenced by your graves
until there was a moon
the trees were wailing

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