Thursday, June 16, 2016

Stefanie Bennett- A Poem

Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry & worked with
Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee]
she was born in Queensland, Australia.
Some dealings are so terrible! So despicable!
And though
Circumspection points
A disciplinary finger -
I just do not have
The resources...
When the jowl of a beheaded sun quivers
Above a day
Bent on procreating
Still more fatality -
I just do not have
The resources...
And we, who recognise the Crippled Earth
- Vallejo – are entombed
In this
Remote acre.
The roll-call of bones
Wets the sad
Eye of Madre Tierra – never
The slick vice-high
Of the homo sapiens
‘Senor Esclavo’ – :
The ‘esquire slave’.
Delirious, the appeal rebounds from
A loudhailer.
Christ... be.
Be benevolent!
“Taita Inti!”
The burning bush throbs its magnitude.
Which rags
Will the puny
Esoteric wear?
I just do not have
The resources...
(*Vallejo. Peruvian-Indian poet)

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