"Man has created death." William Butler Yeats
RED CINNABAR
Discard my clothes, my glamorous spoils
and fate me before the disposessed
far removed from my gowns of tulle and spangles
walk me toward the peak of the mountain
strip me of my name as I watch the infinite
horizon
open my eyes to summer mornings
the mute child is no longer rebellious
thundering the day and breaking the chains
she cradles children born in time
and out of hope
orphaned of demolished huts
and murdered parents
When blood red flowers ripen
among the stalks
and the posture of trees show
the prevailing wind
look not backward in doubt
Spirit, Mother of the Moon and
Goddess of the Night
shed light on the marching metal men
with their hoes, machetes, and shovels
a timber mafia has emerged
raping,
pillaging
plundering ecosystems and locals
They walk among the grotesque fantastic figures of your nightmares
omens of confusion and disorder
chopping the scenery one by one
erasing it so that the river of your village
no longer speaks your name as it flows
the land and air effaced
seething with farewells
devil world, and flesh unite
death unspoken
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Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:46
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RED CINNABAR
"Man has created death." William Butler YeatsRED CINNABAR
Discard my clothes, my glamorous spoils
and fate me before the disposessed
far removed from my gowns of tulle and spangles
walk me toward the peak of the mountain
strip me of my name as I watch the infinite
horizon
open my eyes to summer mornings
the mute child is no longer rebellious
thundering the day and breaking the chains
she cradles children born in time
and out of hope
orphaned of demolished huts
and murdered parents
When blood red flowers ripen
among the stalks
and the posture of trees show
the prevailing wind
look not backward in doubt
Spirit, Mother of the Moon and
Goddess of the Night
shed light on the marching metal men
with their hoes, machetes, and shovels
a timber mafia has emerged
raping,
pillaging
plundering ecosystems and locals
They walk among the grotesque fantastic figures of your nightmares
omens of confusion and disorder
chopping the scenery one by one
erasing it so that the river of your village
no longer speaks your name as it flows
the land and air effaced
seething with farewells
devil world, and flesh unite
death unspoken
SUPPORT GREENPEACE USA:)
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 629 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:46
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