Stefanie Bennett- Two Poems

THE PACIFIST      

 

Beyond reasonable doubt

There’s an entrapment

The lesion

Of the spirit

Contorts to -

 

The abandoned echo

Distinctly

              Brine-dipped,

Hewn

Into a judicial

Stone kiss.

 

Perversity preys upon itself.

Humankind

Is not kind

                 - Fevering

The white-washed hands

Of faith’s tactician...

 

Where hearts, hung

Like Bedouin relics

- Are made to be

Crushed.

 

 

 

FIRST; The Chill       

 

If it’s not written in any book –

Or scroll

Of ocean green...

The compass is caught

                                   Napping

And the forests

                        Are afire, watch!

 

... As the earth rolls over

Its unattached

New leaf –.