They spark in the skiesA Poem by Gracia PerdiguerraIt has been weeks of Gaza bombing.
"Thousands of tails fell with fire from the sky. Thousands lost their lives-- now their tales."
The smoke billows from the back of the fence: a tall wall separating the dream world and the world outside. The gym, inside, is filled with ash, a mountain of dust from the rubble" sometimes, the debris fall on the court effacing what is left of its shadow. She manages to escape, slither away from the collapse. Her skin has codes; the scales mirror what comes"intentionally or not" a reptile, sensing not the soil but its own cold, changing domecile, stripping itself of cover" naked before the rain; the rain, blurry, is left with the smoke. a puddle is left on the corner, reflecting buildings taller than the wall servicing not, the world it created but what created her, outside" looking out, everytime lightning surfaces from the bun of the roof, What could be waiting beyond the crown of the rat hole? A rampart or a thatched roof riddled with dismay? “The dead lizard is trapped behind the walls; electrocuted, it carried with it a foul smell.” © 2014 Gracia Perdiguerra |
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Added on August 9, 2014 Last Updated on August 9, 2014 AuthorGracia PerdiguerraBatangas, Calabarzon, PhilippinesAboutLoves to write. Follows Jesus. more..Writing
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