Child in Sand by Matt Duggan

I am not a silent poet

The overlords stand over a child in sand

in gowns of white they peer down,

small hands imprinted on a Turkish shore

where no tears fall from our overlords.

The roar of an ocean spews more children from its waves

what can we write in the sand;

An eye for an eye

….a tooth for a tooth

A cross for a crescent moon!

We with ketamine formed eyes sleep in our catatonic widescreen

liberal comfortabilities; Can we step outside

open up all of our selfish wounds where an ocean builds

…………………………………………a watery cemetery

layered with the bones of children in sand-tombs;

where no tears will fall from our overlords.

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