Please read the worthwhile words of a talented writer.

Buckets on a Barefoot Beach

an eye for an eye

and a tooth for a tooth

and so such sayings whisper

“the past won’t pass til suns set on necks of unbelievers”

whisper to blades of grass

til all is struck with human pestilence

and meadow bird’s blood

pools in shadows struck

with whispered unforgiveness

remember not the olive tree, the dove which hides within her

forgive not

but rather whisper to the sword

til blood pours off the gleaming edge

and wailing



must now live to kill their neighbor

because of familie’s feud fed

home grown anger

what chance have these

of life itself

growing in all its splendor

when caught upon

edges of tongues who whisper


now is never ?

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