this land
Posted to Action Poetry
by panta rhei on 2003-04-15 01:32:00
words shuttled
by the grate of sand
footsteps
voices
followed thru dust
and impossible odes
of language and longing
we break the flat bread
we recite our hope
we send our unborn children
to prowl the void
between songs
this bit of earth
that inches up
to us again
and again
leaves us banished
but always to the heart
of brothering quiet
we will be named
by all that we are not
