I heard them screammothers all
that much I knew
screams silent
to most
but I heard them
my lord
the shrieking
the wailing
whores
they were
I swore
a careful lie
a kiss
goodbye
before my blade
of children
sent
sent into
the wind
thousands
upon thousands
the battle
lost
on this day
the war
won
on the
eternal love
of whispering dandelions
2 comments:
So, I can't decide if this is a metaphor for something or if it's about mowing the lawn...if it's the latter, I love the image of thousands sent into the wind, winning the war and shrieking "mothers"!
OB, this poem is both. On the most basic level, its just an image that occurred to me yesterday as I was mowing my barren yard, kicking up dust and mowing more weeds than grass and the thought occurred, I might win the battle today, but the little bastards of weed and wind have me outnumbered, spreading their offspring at my every approach.
On a metaphorical level, the poem speaks to a couple of well-worn issues such as symptoms and diseases, of ideas and action, of terror and sacrifice, of a world where violence is never the solution, of mothers that do not want to send their children to war or mothers protecting their children from the invading hordes, laying down their own lives so that their children might have a chance.
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