POETRY THURSDAY

I was going to post another TS Eliot, but decided, in light of my fieldtrip to Barnes & Noble, where I found this collection called POETS AGAINST THE WAR, to share this instead:

stones and bones

here is a country where old men
gather in the capital and
speak their language filled with
stones
their syllables are chips of bone
they speak of lifting up a creed
while cold and still there under
their tongue is somebody else's child
or mine
bones and stones
our ears bleed
red white and blue


--Lucille Clifton