Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Construction Site by Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt

The sky has finally lost its mind,
wind lashing out at our sin.
There are not enough trees
to hold back the dust we
have birthed with our earth
moving mothers, no cord
or tube or pipeline to breathe
for us, connect us, to feed
us anything other than sand
from their steel and muddied
breasts. There is no air in this storm.

The golden eye of lightening glares down
upon enemy us, while dirt from undressed
ground grits over our pupils, our streets,
our houses, our eyelids. We remember a time

we used to complain, write to leaders, hold signs
in the narrow streets, but our justified revile
is paved over, our words chucked into landfills,
our yards track-marked into caustic lime.
Our throats have been sanded to silence.

There is not enough left for us all.
There is nothing we can say to the sky.
But there is plenty of sand in the world,
enough to dust us away.

Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, Virginia, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

Katherine says: "I am a resident of Bristow, Virginia, about 45 minutes outside of Washington, D.C. My poetry and prose appear online and in text, and my first poetry collection, Poems from the Battlefield, was released fall of 2009. Since I live in the area where the American Civil War was launched, this collection of original, contemporary poetry with archival photos and period quotes, has done well.

A wife and mother, I also write for News and Messenger, the local, regional newspaper, and enjoy exploring our region's, natural treasures and parks."

George Bishop said...

"There is not enough left for us all" The line goes deep. Hopefully I don't think to long about how true it is. Nice work