Volume 6 | Issue 3 | Oct-November
2012 |
a suicide bomber foresees her death
Joneve Mc Cormick
dynamite strapped across her chest
dark hair covered, smooth tan face
she ambles down war-swept streets
past trash and sewage
across fields and into a shop
busy with affluent citizens
her purpose to tear apart
those who drove her family
from their land and lives
who allow no relief
to those they rob
and starve slowly
she would not be broken
she would light a fire of hope
a martyr for justice
opening heaven's gates, and hell's
with an orange cord, held to her heart.
Joneve Mc Cormick - Joneve McCormick lives and works in Manhattan as a freelance writer and translator. Over the years she has published her poems, articles and short stories in various publications and online.
