Elegy for Peace

[Ghost]

And so rises this, our time of the high dividing
wall, our long dread while of the cinderblock
and razorwire castes: so tide the sermons
of the rabble: so the red-rattle deaths pull
crumpled, peel rotting, from the jags

of the rubble: so fall the siren-sung, warblown
martyrs, come the heat, come the rumble,
of the bread market blast: come night, come fire,
come the wailing of the veils, come black tithes
of ash cooling white on the pulpit of the sills:

come Sabbath, come mourning, come the call
for an eye for an eye, for a rip-trail tearing
in the fabric of the mosque: come the pounding
of the temples, come the engines of rhetoric
screaming blood before the afterburn, in

the arc-white flash of lightning jets: yes, come
these, come all, and each: a message: and each:
a word, and a symbol: O, save this, save this:
what purpose, what purpose does the dead child
serve? What serves the purpose of the dead child?

[mnaz]

Well done.

What serves the purpose of any child in the escalation of noise? Born with blood debt.

[saw]

beautiful powerful language and message....grips the senses tightly and won't let go

[leafsailors ghost]

A powerful read indeed ,aloud it has very impressive energy , awaking the question, not to be denied.

[Sue Littleton]

Powerful read indeed! Almost too much to grasp at one go, so will read again later. ♥♥♥