For the children of Burma, etc by Carolyn Srygley-Moore

I am not a silent poet

The guillotine falls
Upon a rose petal
Velveteen as that storybook rabbit
Worn tossed aside
Eyes missing
From the vulturous wear and tear.
What is
Carrion? Roadkill
Sloughed crosses on the dogwood
Childrens’ heads
Rolling
In Burma.
Even in the American ghetto
The massacres occur
But not like this.
Not like this.
This is only a guess.
But photographs are sirens bringing
The truth the rocks the cliffs
Near
As the banshee crosses cultural divides
Yes dear Odyssey
The banshee wails.

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