Enemy Infant

The red coals pouring into the infant’s mouth
The infant’s mouth in the raider who pours

Nothe mother gagged and forced to witness it
Then raped and shot the milk of her murder

The coals of revenge and the clans of clarity
The separatists the occupiers the old seeking wise silence

The infant’s father staring out from whetted blades
The widower waiting tables for the nation of his exile

The infant grown up see how tall the night marching
See the gangs ground into rebels to season distant headlines
Azaleas bursting from palace barricadesNo

Noonly the infant
The infant and its wail was there ever such a peace

Published online in The Poetry Center at Smith College.