Bedouin Song

Lost under this desert sea,
take my smoke crippled words.
Realign your novelties,
sew them to the feet of birds.
 
Guide them to the calm abyss,
where little boys would never see.
Widowed mother’s hearts will ache
to the spirit of an herbal tea.
 
Remember me when time unfolds;
remember me when I can’t be found.
When hundreds break to ninety-nines,
beneath the sea, the Lord is found.
 
When babies birth from graveyard soil,
mulch of ribs and hearts and lungs,
take the smoke of Red Sea oil
and hear their songs caught in the rungs.



Danse macabre, dance now, b*****s.

Dance you impotent dogs and sons

Dance a waltz that a mother wished

could save your life since it is done.
 
Your thoughts are soft like silken yellow

yolks of newborn zebra dove.

Your hearts point north like ancient rivers,

aligned to astronomers lost in stars above.
 
Mother Adam knows your sins.
This is what my mother said
breaking hearts on heroine
as daughter tried to break some bread.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I was a Soldier for 15 years. I became part of a brotherhood who learn the real truth. Your poem open the door to many visions and questions. Some songs are repeated. Mainly the sad one's. Thank you for the thought provoking poetry. I like the photo. A excellent poem.
Coyote