Volume 7 | Issue 1 | Feb-March
2013 |
The Peace Marchers at the Washington Monument
Christina Pacosz
The Peace Marchers at the Washington Monument, April 24, 1971
Asleep beneath white
marble, new seed
scattered by the false
fathers, slumbering children
of the monolith,
an obelisk penetrating the night
sky of the capital.
Dreams of peace
and nightmare:
helicopter blades sunder a blue heaven
napalm burns the green
jungle, villagers run
through rice paddies
blossoming red.
How safe we all were!
Wynkens, Blynkens, and Nods
far from our beds.
Rumors of Nixon
a guilt-ridden Macbeth
wandering the crowd
prostrate on the greensward.
Our president an insomniac
needing absolution
none of us were prepared
to give.
Christina Pacosz - Christina Pacosz has been writing and publishing prose and poetry for nearly half a century and has several books of poetry. Born and raised in Detroit, she has lived on both U.S. coasts, New York City, Alaska and southern Appalachia. For the past ten years she has been teaching urban Kansas City youth both sides of the state line; she and her husband of twenty years call Kansas City home.
Web: pacosz.blogspot.com/
