Phantom Pain

by T.P. Wilkinson / February 10th, 2019

All those limbs
or lines are missing
cut by scalpels
knives or cruelty
where they lie
in truth denied
in bins sanitary
on fields sanguinary
felt the pain
among ghosts
and spirits
the loss unseen
hanging words
from tongues
unsaid
meandering
feet and hands
searching
for their dead.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, February 10th, 2019 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.