Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Souls of Dead Children

Written by Elwood Jake:


Look softly, oblique, objurgation
questions for dead children?

We sent them on a quest
ourselves not to deny
to quell the thirst
fouling soils
far and distant
might makes right

In the hearts of objurgate
which is that child
standing before
the mirror of your soul

Dare not to stare?

You foulest of beasts
that sends the souls dead children lie
in screaming, silent
killing fields
where hard rains
fill the scabs
left by cut hate and divide
on the cheeks in the eyes
of the souls
in killing fields
holding the souls
of dead children


waiting

3 comments:

AmandaLyn said...

Elwood, you always amaze me.
Incredibly poignant words.
Thanks.

Paula and Elwood's Poetic Palace said...

Mandy, it's an honor to have
Elwood's work here. I wonder if he
realizes just how touching his words are.

Bea Sempere said...

This poem is really moving. My favorite part,

"You foulest of beasts
that sends the souls dead children lie
in screaming, silent
killing fields
where hard rains
fill the scabs
left by cut hate and divide"

It's like a punch in the gut. Thanks for sharing.