Tuesday, July 28, 2015

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 –.
 
 

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