Divided We-

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Death is dark. With Depth. Bodies

Fall down one over the other

 

And spin as light as leaves in the wind—

A twister of blue and black bodies

 

Spin to ash, to dust. Hush,

 

America. The old mother with copper limbs

And nightlight in hand

 

Swaddles and carries us in

Red, white, and blue blankets.

 

She can no longer walk

on water.

 

Shawn R. Jones 7/2016

 

 

4 Responses

  1. Virginia says:

    Very nice!

  2. Gerri Hevalow says:

    I LOVE IT!!!!
    Wow! The imagery and message is so PROFOUND!!!
    Simply beautiful and powerful!

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