No martyr, in death
A shadow on a cave wall—
A symbol stretching.
Photo by and copywrite Rosa Frei, as acquired from last week's "One Shoot Sunday."
Just a Man
Lights erupt on
paved hearts and bloodbound screams,
the sound, the roar
breathless lines in broken
exposition—
no words to mark
the dust in the wind,
the starlit flag
where planes and concrete fell,
bodies gathered in the mass
scarlet bloom
the flower of a shadow
planted in the towers’ ash
strains to desert sun,
painted by the people’s rage–
rots, like any other.
* My latest contribution to One Shot Poetry Wednesdays, obviously inspired by recent events. The Senryu derived directly from my send off quote on the night of the terrorist Osama Bin Laden’s death, and “Just a Man” followed early this morning. Both pertain to symbols, to mortality, with “Just a Man” adopting an almost cautionary tone…and I hope they stir some thought in my readers.
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