THE WITNESSA Poem by A.T.B.
amidst the dead,
those waiting to die,
its height surpassing
the crossed swords,
the ziggurats,
overlooking the Tigris
flowing red and
the xeric landscapes
beyond its banks,
an even sadder
palm tree stands with
its palms shredded
by gloom,
its trunk blackened
by the dried blood
of children spilled
by demoniac extremists
who eulogize the fallacies
of contrived divinities,
by nefariously obsequious
politicians effusively
touting ostensible
policies while insidious
jaundiced knowledge
looms menacingly.
Amidst this dying
world, an even sadder
palm tree stands
its shrinking dates
like diseased eyes
witnessing nothing.
© 2008 A.T.B.Reviews
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12 Reviews Added on February 17, 2008 Last Updated on February 19, 2008 AuthorA.T.B.http://cabalamuse.wordpress.comAboutI am neither fish, fowl, nor good red herring (from ASK THE DUST by John Fante.) I'm the author of writings that are yet to be understood. Soon, the world will catch on. more..Writing
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