Saturday, 11 July 2015

Last Song of the Dead


The guillotine voice whispers

An eye for an eye

We lost our land and eyes

Eons ago

We subsisted on black milk

Before decapitation

We cling

To the little root of a dream

Of a Child of Sight

To open all eye

Before this hour

Shall cease to be



I have used Paul Celan’s poems, Fugue of Death; Ice, Eden and O LittleRoot of a Dream as my inspiration. This is for the hapless victims who lost their lives at the hands of ISIS fanatics


Written for Grace’s hosting Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Paul Celan @ RealToads


 Sharing it with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United