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Poetry
Last Updated: 12/04/2007
Below Afghanistan
Lin Geary

Poetry by Lin Geary, Woodcut by Erich Hartman


 

from this sticky bomb

            stones dripping

            blood and all

            all gone back to war

            sending or being sent

            (they each serve)

            these men stuttering

            their first heard cry

for swollen blood

 

this blood

            once roses

            and the scent of longing

            till brother pushing brother

            or some stranger child

            hardly sister

            slings eye forever eye, this tooth

for truth and small envies

 

becoming war

            running blood along a gun

            advertising death in statistics

            yet the blood

            the sister spends

            won’t be shed that way

            moon-blood cursed to quiet

silent in the brooding

 

silent such at moon-rise

            then someone sniffs a war

            puts men in rows and

            gives them rage so orderly

            a rage for rag-stopped blood

            and so brave, it will be said,

            their winsome silence...

yet the moon and the moon oh the moon

just reeling in the poppies

 

 

Lin Geary, a former Toronto newspaper editor and high-school English and History teacher, is a free-lance writer living in Paris, ON. She won the Hamilton Arts Award for best short story of 2004 for Mauve, and this summer wrote and staged a one-woman play on the private life of Adelaide Hunter Hoodless (a 19th century crusader for women’s health and education rights). Lin’s poetry appears from time to time in Canadian and US journals.


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