Feeling the Pain

[Ihsan]

The dust still rises
from ash
and the cloud is tracked
by satellite
making its way
regardless of lines
drawn by arrogant and immature men
into my sandwich
and slipping also into the burka
of a doctor choking on the fetid breath of fear.

Each spoon of bitter ash
is a story made manifest.
A single molecule
one day composed her heart
moved on to a body soon blown apart
yesterday my brain
and tomorrow will reside
in the yellow center of a daisy in bloom.

Yet that ash
that particulate matter
of paper and steel
and flesh and bone
those molecules
are not the departed
nor Me nor She,
We being of the ages.

We women
who give birth to men,
know the bodily struggle
to throw off the man
with cruel appetites,
most intimately.
We yawn at their bedtime stories
of a fiery victory
over evil
and bid them a peaceful sleep,
careful not to wake them
when the hungry baby cries.

We know best that the struggle is long.
But our thirst for
the light of truth is deep.
Our hunger for love
more insistent
than time,
stretches beyond even the borders
of life and death.

So we wait.
Us mothers
who love our children
all our children,
will wait
until the last man
comes to the hearth
and we can all truly sleep in peace.

[Ibro2g]

I feel for you, very nice piece

[ummita]

"Ouch!!!!! I swear this gurl gat groove!!! I juss had 2, I juss had 2 reply VP............amongst all them gurl, ur poem is way 2 good 2 b described as good 7 way 2 perfect to be labelled as perfect!!!!!!! This is one pretty piece

[Ihsan]

lol Ummita...that ain't original...just a copy and paste...haven't u read somewhere here inda aka ce ni ina da copy&pastemanship... ;D

[Ibro2g]

that was when u confessed.