October 22, 2008

Vulture (appeared in Cafe Review Spring `07)

Peace is the
dividing cell
ferocious in the marrow.
It coats the bullet,
cannot be marched to
with signs or weapons.
Peace is the vulture
loving the corpse,
the rising mist
on a mass grave.

It never left.
It pulses
under the noise,
Peace does.

We thought we
could name God.
And we did.
All of God’s names
are God’s names,
even the one
you cannot speak.

Like God,
Peace has every name we ever gave it.
It is upon the back of the cockroach.
Peace has always loved the shiny armor
of a cockroach.

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2 comments:

Kozo Hattori said...

Love this, Meg. Thank you for joining Bloggers for Peace. Since you are on blogspot, you might want to add links at the bottom of your post to other blogger for peace posts. You can cut and paste from the bottom of one of my posts (related articles). On wordpress we all meet under the tag B4Peace, but I don't think you can tag a blogspot post with a wordpress tag.
I am going to post a link to this on our facebook page. {{{Hugs}}} Kozo

Kozo Hattori said...

Love this, Meg. Powerful poem for Peace.
Thank you for joining Bloggers for Peace. You might want to link to other Blogger for Peace posts at the bottom of your post. You can cut and paste from the related articles at the bottom of one of my posts to start.
At Wordpress we meet under the tag "B4Peace" but I don't think blogspot will let you tag there.
I will post this on our Facebook page. {{{{Hugs}}} Kozo