domingo, 6 de junio de 2010

we stewards of the dead

we will be ghosts
floating through

the carmine woods
amongst the skeletal trees

beside the dying waters
we stewards of the dead

pelican bass whale dolphin
wing feather fin

turtle gull
countless beings

we are stewards
of the innocent

their emptied eyes
staring back at us

we shamed perpetrators & victims
of our own kind's greed & apathy

are we to be but ghosts
amidst a burning sea

behind leaving charred bone
oozing poison & disembodied sadness

we children of a precocious prideful race
we steal the dinosaur’s dark fire

we pierce the heart belly marrow
& dreams of mother earth


Lorena Lobita Wolfman © 2010

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