one day we will remember

The sun we burried between our fingers
The sand before us
The dead dog
The unripe fruit
The white houses
The fire
The sound of broken glass

for we are not dreaming

The new light hunting us down in a heavier language
will hurt
The white scar around unborn children returning home between the wounds
will hurt

Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2017-01-20 at 15:13

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Oh my. This is something a bit special. Personally I think this reflects the mood on Inauguration Day. Bookmarked.

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I don't understand this poem, but I admire its intensity and power.

Powerful words! Your style of writing remind me so much of Pablo Neruda--one of my favorite poets. Good poem. We will remember.