Cries Unheard
When did we stop
Learning from the pains
Of holy men,
Of scholars’
Thorny throats
With pulsating words of wisdom
Ripped from their tantalizing tongues
And fed to greed
When did we stop
Listening to the screams
Of lovers bearing heartbreak
Or the mothers bearing babes
The babes grown into warriors
Puking guts and glory
Whose moans
in battle or
in bottle’s buzzing memory
When did we forget the valiant Warriors
who fought for protection of their beloved home-- not for lust.
Memory of loving voices just an
Ache
an echo of their first faint milky cry
(Gangs or armies—bullets taste the same)
When do we pause
Listen to the screams
The screams of a mother baring soul to lover
Bearing child,
Bearing flowers to the graves forgotten
Thru the starry skies of Ursa Major
Thru shadowy forbearance she meets the honey dawn
Bears another day without…
Matters not her loved one dies for glory or for shame.
But she cannot bear
to break
to bend
to relinquish
her wordless
Screaming voice
to join the
Deep-Down
Skulking
Bloody
Anguish
She-bears
Anger toward her G_d.
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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