A Poem From A Friend

Today, I am going to post a poem that was written by a friend who posts frequently on Alternet. I think it is important that others read this. I will leave it at that, as it should stand on its' own.



Grieving For Falluja, Election Day, 2005

I'm sitting empty in a cold house,
awaiting the old tread of boots
sent to kick in all loose-hinged hearts.
The angry hands of those with much to lose,
I imagine, close on me.
They drag me burning, unquenchably,
into their unmooned dark.

A chilled cup of tea upon the table
is how my neighbors find me gone.
No sign of struggle. No skeletal sneer.
Only the storm door banging mad in wind.

-rockpicker


Thanks, rockpicker, for giving permission to post this.

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