Oh Mother: Words From Ashes
    Joseph M. Faria
Falling fortresses and the discordant sounds
Of window panes smashed, shattered.
A thousand voices falling tethered to paper
Raining from a napalm sky. Oh mother
Of my youth, your arms are broken,
Your heart maligned in fields of white bones
Raging against the silent squalls of death.
Oh mother, give me your hand,
Let me turn your face from the appalling
Heavens of angels weeping and the sorrows
Striking the earth like nails. Oh mother,
I will grieve for gravity, and stand defiant
Against those who think they can cower you
With terror.


 
 
 
 

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