On War
Esther G. Berlin
Us…Them
who are they?
that are occupying the land we
we never
you always discovered
conquered
Us…
The morning of our death we were prepared
Salvia chewed into the vision shared
The sinew threaded through the parchment signed
Stacked into neat piles, a boundary line
The war cries billow the mound builder’s spine
Layers of hot flesh with marrow entwined
The lightning-tipped rainbow scented like dust
A taste full as the reflection of us
Them…
We are eager to explore and see what adventures could benefit us I believe in steadfastness in this journey I believe in Moby Dick I believe in shooting stars I believe in the Almighty God that created the friction underneath our footprint I believe in the path furrowed in the ridges of each thumbprint I believe in the union between two continents