it's a dog eat dog world, you taste like chicken (eskimopie) wrote,
it's a dog eat dog world, you taste like chicken
eskimopie

napowrimo anthology day 19


YOUR VILLAGE

Once in a village that is burning
     because a village is always somewhere burning

And if you do not look because it is not your village
     it is still your village

In that village is a hollow child
     You drown when he looks at you with his black, black eyes

And if you do not cry because he is not your child
     he is still your child

All the animals that could run away have run away
     The trapped ones make an orchestra of their hunger

The houses are ruin     Nothing grows in the garden
     The grandfather’s grave is there     A small stone

under the shade of a charred oak     Who will brush off the dead
     leaves     Who will call his name for morning prayer

Where will they—the ones who slept in this house and at from this dirt—?

~Elana Bell
Eyes, Stone
Whitman Award 2011
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