They say Asoka wept among the bodies he had slain
And the mercenary wept at a tribunal
And mothers had wept for dead sons
Skies wept for yesterday
And I weep today
Amid debris and specters
Spirited returns
And maternal reminders
Godly percussion
They sing so I can weep today.
These alien tears
Like a leaking drain in a cluster of hutments
Soaking the dry debris
These are my debris.
From epochs of battling.
These are my dead bodies.
I weep to soak their crevices.
I weep to feed their specters.


Anonymous said…
oh but this is beautiful. very beat generation.

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