Featured poem

Whilst We Chant

Whilst we chant floating above blood, above bones,
they sic hot breath from shadows
of pane-less windows

Crouching beneath your helmet’s mask—
fear offers darkness
and darkness its reflecting-glass

Take heart soldier, take it deep—
where the sun rises, cherry blossoms waken,
whilst freedom and democracy sleep


Misha-Gordin

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s