I just want peace was my litany
So deprived of this word my ears
I feel blood seeping from my eyes
Rather than tears
And I taste the taste of copper
My tongue wary of food it touches
That rivers have flown of this blood
On this very earth
What do I tell of my third eye, the imagination?
Blue, the colour has left as Red has taken over
And I see boots drumming the earth
Leaving scars behind
They reach through my door like spirits to me
Dove’s call on my lips, coo, I die singing peace.
© ASNworks 2020. (Published in Songs of Peace: World’s Biggest Anthology of Contemporary Poetry 2020. )