The War is Like Honey in Holiday Lights
On this Christmas, we are in these smoking lights In our poverty, In our never-ending wars Like every Christmas it seems, Ever since I became a young man They forced me into these hate battles Fighting “enemies ” whose faces – Are in family photos, Just like mine. The government has tried to white-out my mind Many years ago, Blank me out, a dot to be eaten by the machine Replaced me into the sticky, Fill in the wounds with the honey, In stitches Cohesive, bare boned and breathing in Last heartbeats. There are the memories, Pretty voices humming In hope, I pray to a sky That I cannot fathom all the angels The angels, That supposed to be cradling us all. As these nightmares burn in our skin, Layer me in towers upon towers of fears. I try to imagine, A boyhood love of bells ringing, Instead of missile sirens purging – the pure from the air. I will always have my mother’s voice She will sing to me from the haunts Sing to me, In hope As more of my brother’s fall. I cradle in this sticky dirt in my cuts, And hold it up, So, my angels can cradle me Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle
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