Turn to pg 115 for “Earth Song”” in Vol 4 No 1, February 2016. Or see below.
I am the weeping earth cringing
in pain when you dig me up, pulling out
limbs, entrails leaving me to hemorrhage.
Shocked, in excruciating pain, no one hears my
silent cries. Children orphaned, lives torn apart,
fracking my veins drinking me dry. Parched
I crumble into pieces. I am the silent sky watching
anger whizz by to explode in places you don’t like.
Not yours to care while I listen
to the cries of the weak
trying to make sense of it all
amidst terror raining down from
above. I am the roaring waves, the deep
darkness under heaving waters, flowing rivers
gurgling streams and silent lakes that stand still as
mirrors for clouds to comb their hairs. You
damn me everywhere but I lift my
head straining to rise, course through the
way I want and not how you think
I should. I am the raging fire that burns, taking
the trees with me chasing the birds away,
the deer, rabbits and wild beasts
that hide within my voluminous cloaks. Trees, how
I love to sway to birds tunes, the beat of squirrels feet,
weave my magic through the land, burrowing in deep,
standing up tall reaching high to the skies waving
my many arms in the breeze holding onto life. I am
woman I am life I am earth and I bleed.
“Driving Down Galle Road” is on page 39-40 of Vol 2 No1, February 2014. Or read it below.
Driving Down Galle Road
Did you see the dead walking
along the shore last night? Or hear
the mournful wails of souls
caught up in limbo? They came ashore
from the bottom of the sea that stole them
many years ago. Branches of the
coconut trees shivered as they stood
swaying in the balmy nights’
breeze. The lone dog howled from the
house many miles inland. He seemed to
sense all was not right. Was
he the only one to know of your
presence? Did others inside houses not
know? Or were they tired of it all? Lost
souls wrenched away by the sea so long ago
now coming ashore to call on the living,
asking for things they couldn’t
get in their life. Taken away too soon,
before they could begin to live.
Borne away by the roaring waves away, away
many fathoms into the deep. They now
cry to return, unfinished lives, unfinished
business but the seas only roar
as they hover about on land. Waiting.