Category Archives: poem, poetry, identity, resistance

ILS NE PASSERONT PAS

always a grainy quality
to life’s suffering

as if one finds oneself
ground to dust and pulp
between two
milestones

hence my abrasive stance,
as self-
    defeating as it
may well be

in the battle with oneself
over cheished notions
of foolish identity

let it
    be war perpetual:
no surrender!