I Could Not Stand Up

May 26, 2015 at 6:42 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

not even

to my knees

there were words

so heavy

my head knocked

against the street constantly

I did not want to go on

but if I stopped

nerves burst through

my body

and my back cracked

so I stumbled on.

Out of nowhere

the music began to sound

the notes slow

I saw the sea

and as I started

to stand up straight

through the mist

several skyscrapers rose.

– Dominic Alapat


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Antietam, Mothers’ Day

May 11, 2015 at 8:23 am (Dani Clark, Poetry)

The earth will suck

the dark blood of boys

will seep into everything

soil, drink, song

terror will become marble

a generation, maybe two

before the scene becomes

just sloping fields, green hues

dandelions in phase yellow

my son striding a frozen canon

and me pleading heaven to keep us

as far away from war

as we are right now

but a mother, her wretched prayer

barrels through me

standing on the battlefield

where her boy my boy so alone

writhing, breathed his last.

– Dani Clark

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