Category Archives: 1, poem, poetry,

EDGE

edge is always  brutal.
cutting
    like a blade
.
this we know, how
it has
   proved to be
.
in your history, my.
history
   all our history

the blood on our faces
our hands.
    what we have to share

there, look see!, the cossr
and beyond the cost
the lie
    of the land

let those voices speak
they have
    to speak
can tell a tale of what  was
said promised proclaimed
and how
   that all panned out

those with the feathers
and those with the powder
fire
   and with steel

those with feathers dead
lost
  before the war began
.
and we who do
   believe we
have studied violence from
when it
   first began

have the calculus of slaughter
down to a fine srt

fear
   not a people alive but
a people’s demons
rising
    with their death

displacing our demons
ot teaching
     them a darkness
we
   cannot defend