11.2 (Winter 2007) | The 2River View Authors • Poems • PDF • Past Issues • 2River |
Nuit Blanche
The portrait of a man in electric blue,
a torso actually,hangs there on the wall.
And further downthe depiction of an electric chair
done in pink, red and violet pastels.Oh how the shadows cry.
The voices of the dead.And turning now we realize too late
that we have passed throughan opened door
into a forgotten roomwhere no one ever sleeps
and no one ever leaves.
There Are No Heroes Here
for Cindy Sheehan
We are going nowhere now
in a house that has no doors or windows.It is just a place to sleep.
There are no heroes here only mothersand fathers calling out to children
who will never come home again.But why try to speak of this?
It is like throwing ashes into the wind.We are going nowhere now
in a house that has no doors or windows.