Friday, September 19, 2008

A Marker for History

With warring tribes
They cut each other down
Piece by piece
Until each side lies shattered
Entrails soaking the parched earth
And the weak ones who remained
Who watched
Dumb struck by ambivalence
More than fear
Starve
And still say nothing
Save their bones
That scream more loudly
Than the flesh that once encased them
Ever did.