the tired cry
of an infant
crawls its way
through the rubble.
the grown child of five,
hears it, between her
own sobs and tears,
her fingers cut and bruised,
her cheek smudged wet and skinned.
she hurts holding the baby
across her chest
and bloodies its cloth.
with a mother’s eye, this woman
squints to survey
the new landscape.
a man of eight runs
to her side, takes the infant,
and they scramble across
the war-torn town
of their birth.
a worldly lament
where are our brothers, our husbands, our sons?
tell us where the deeds were done.
piles and piles and piles of bones,
tell us where our fathers have gone.
where do mass graves lie under the moon?
where women have
An Everyday, Garden Variety, Run of the Mill
Prayer for Peace
Let there be peace in Africa,
Let there be peace in the Middle East.
Peace in Europe, her islands offshore,
Peace in Asia, Near and Far.
Indian peace, subcontinent and seas,
Peace Down Under, Pacific peace.
America, South, North, isthmus between,
The Atlantic, the Falklands, the Caribbean.
Peace at the poles and peace in space,
Let there be peace along the human race.
Copyright James Phoenix 2017