Treasured paradise of the old:
A domain claimed,
and then, slaved to death.

This new life growing
beneath dead trees
branched out without roots.

Echoes of your melancholic chant
silenced by the sound of foreign voices
jammed into your mouth.

Now, one dream realized
while yours, killed
upon drops of blood,
staining parchment.

© Gheeneil

This poem also appears on Coffee Shop Poems.


2 Responses to “WIDOWED LAND

  1. Very powerfully done. >KB

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