Daily Archives: May 13, 2018

38,000 Citizens Died, 80,000 Wounded, by A.S. DeWitt Angel

I am not a silent poet

Numbers crumble with rows of houses,
a shred of bell tower peals
against the truant head of twenty-nine;
non-est inventus, uninhabited torsos
claim squatting rights.

Unseated monarchs
lie among their realms of roost and plot,
kitchen pots, roasted brick, parks
with smoking grass, see-saws hot to touch,
voids shriek raucous
denunciations to whom-ever, so-and-such.

Salami begs for one more chew,
hot mustard on taste buds
but her teeth are in her throat–
one-thousand and four chokes.
The severed arm of five-thousand
flexes fingers to grasp the grocers’ bag that implores
oranges and tomatoes, ‘come back, come back’.

Double digits lie, awkward,
improbable positions for kings, all,
queued for first dibs on ascension,
the Archangel’s list a half-hearted affair:
who is holy?
beware
the temptation to say ‘God’s will’
that blithe dismissal in warfare.

Instead, perhaps, he could use even numbers,
odd ones out.

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A.S. DeWitt Angel has been writing…

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The Palestinian Song Contest

Peace Poet Antony Owen

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In land we were dragged as children from

Our homes glow like yellow stars

This is not Orion but Palestine.

My great grandmother passed down a song,

She passed it down like bread in lace

Our hearts ripped with that bread.

Welcome to the Palestinian song contest

My Mother sings to my silent Father,

Equality and borders are wrinkles.

Welcome to the Palestinian song contest,

Israel wins a song for all women if only

They saw as human first then woman.

We light a fire where the grass yields to wind,

It is a harsh wind, unrelenting and constant

We have never fell over from it and sing.

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