Ruins Rise

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

bone like trees line streets of Hiroshima
sentinels, scratching the sky,
winter clipped memories ...

life from death arose
springing eternally up
rooting ever down
often bubbling forth from ruins
shadowing the beggar’s bride

who spits on the graves
but mad men dance and war on
bone tree remind us

*kimo, tanka, senryu