they offer condolences
these great leaders
of the world
but their bickering
their self-interest
make their words
hollow
and people
cry out
when will it end
this cry
echoing
through the centuries
it will end
when it ends
which history shows
will not be
in anyone’s lifetime
meanwhile the bodies
pile up
on all our doorsteps
Month: January 2017
a Navajo song of missing home
That flowing water! That flowing water!
My mind wanders across it.
That broad water! That flowing water!
My mind wanders across it.
That old-age water! That flowing water!
My mind wanders across it.
translated by Washington Matthews