The Rain of Illuminations
Under the Empires of the Sun
and the Moon
the Earth returns
its grey
everything raped.
The dolphins sounds are
squeezed from their lips
that breathe one last
and return
their clay,
everything ashen.
Soldiers rations
return the day,
everything illuminated
now fades.
What seemed to be truth
was deceit
and what was truth
lays dead
forever abstract
to the West.
Mark Brunke
Posted over on Poets Against The War
No comments:
Post a Comment