by Cally Conan-Davies
I won't let the good men go unsung
Good men throw their bodies on the lives
of their mothers and their children and their wives
and the unknown. Good men don't die alone
Each day this year, my soul has been punched and stunned
by bullet-men ripping through the dance we do
by bully-men raping girls or threatening to
by barging-men pushing first through the doors of power
while good men act as if nothing mattered more
than to restore the faded elf to the christmas tree
to greet you every morning with toast and tea
to be the hand pressed in the hole the bullet tore
I refuse to let the good men go unsung
They are not many. They are one and one and one . . .
Cally Conan-Davies is a writer who expresses here her complex feelings of rage and powerful gratitude.
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Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Monday, June 22, 2015
THE SNAKES
by Carolyn Gregory
The snakes are slithering
from under the rocks
where worms and old bodies
lie buried.
The bones are not stopping them
from venomous thoughts
of squeezing innocents to death
or sinking their fangs in.
For they have been hungry
in their hiding holes,
thinking of the red meat
of their prey running quickly
across the prairie
to their own small caves
between mountains and cactus,
fearful for their families
and children.
Nothing will paralyze the snakes
save the hatchets good men wield
in the dead of night
to save our people's freedom.
Carolyn Gregory has published poems and music reviews in American Poetry Review, Seattle Review, Cutthroat, Borderlands: Texas, Main Street Rag and Wilderness House Literary Review. She previously won a Massachusetts Cultural Council Award and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She has published two full length volumes of poetry through Windmill Editions in Florida: Open Letters (2009) and Facing the Music (2015).
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| The Emanuel A.M.E. Church in Charleston, South Carolina, a day after Dylann Roof allegedly murdered nine congregants following a Bible study. PHOTOGRAPH BY JOE RAEDLE/GETTY via The New Yorker. |
The snakes are slithering
from under the rocks
where worms and old bodies
lie buried.
The bones are not stopping them
from venomous thoughts
of squeezing innocents to death
or sinking their fangs in.
For they have been hungry
in their hiding holes,
thinking of the red meat
of their prey running quickly
across the prairie
to their own small caves
between mountains and cactus,
fearful for their families
and children.
Nothing will paralyze the snakes
save the hatchets good men wield
in the dead of night
to save our people's freedom.
Carolyn Gregory has published poems and music reviews in American Poetry Review, Seattle Review, Cutthroat, Borderlands: Texas, Main Street Rag and Wilderness House Literary Review. She previously won a Massachusetts Cultural Council Award and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She has published two full length volumes of poetry through Windmill Editions in Florida: Open Letters (2009) and Facing the Music (2015).
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