2,800 Iraqis Killed in MarchA Poem by Sami
Thick pine needles lie on the path
Sticking to the soles of my shoes. I walk feeling their soft resistance Break beneath my weight. Today the sky was merciless. With sudden horror, I stop. I realize The needles are not needles, but Worms. The kind I would joyfully Pluck and welcome to my garden To keep the earth supple and aerated. Their broken bodies strewn across cement As though the sky meant to harm the very earth It claims to protect. There is nowhere to step Without mangling another innocent grub, Without aiding the sky in its unjust battle. They are just pawns, I tell myself, Programmed to serve this very purpose. As if life were a debt to be repaid. Shrugging mournfully, I close my eyes And keep walking. © 2008 Sami |
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Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorSamiPortland, ORAboutRight now, I'm back home in Portland attending PSU after a terrible but educational year at a New York college. Just trying to get back into writing. That's about it. more..Writing
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