Saturday, 31 July 2010

Holding Hands as She Exhales by Paul Squires

just before she dies
after three days at the hands
of u.s. trained torturers acting
for u.s. backed dictators
in the utter darkness of
one of Pinochet’s prisons
and the child inside of her
dies too…

perhaps there is a moment
where she is still alive and
the pain has stopped
long enough for her
to draw one breath
and she will realise
that she is not alone
nor forgotten,

,of course, that happened long ago
in not your country
to someone not you
and you were not there

so you may remain calm
and unaffected and believe
that this is just a poem
and not a holding of hands.


Paul Squires, Australia

(I was shocked to hear that Paul died on 28 July after an accidental fall. He was 46. In memory of a talented poet and entertaining blogger I'm reposting this poem of his which I first published here on 18 October 2007. )

9 comments:

Jo said...

A superlative poem, it's good to see it here.

Tina Trivett said...

Very moving poem Paul. Well done.

Mandy said...

a touching of hands
a mixture of sweat
and tears

love

mandy

Poetman said...

sad...ly...brilliant!

Poetman

Bob said...

a difficult topic that is beautifully handled...very nice!

Crafty Green Poet said...

I was shocked to hear that Paul died on the 28 July after an accidental fall. He was 46. In memory of a talented poet and entertaining blogger I'm reposting this poem of his which I first published here on 18 October 2007.

United World Poets said...

great story poem

Anonymous said...

This is a very sad ending... This beautiful poem is a bittersweet presence here and yet what a wonderful testimony to a passionate heart.

Fate is often too mean to understand.

Chris Crittenden

Tina Trivett said...

God Rest His Beautiful Soul...