Winds of change

by T.P. Wilkinson / August 29th, 2021

Slice the fair

Blades of air
slice the fair
lacerate
the just irate
Screens
abundant
spray
lies redundant,
Guilt in accusation
hides.
Flooding the zone
some call
that tone.
Deceit and phosphorus
burn through the bone.
How much
costs the train
to hell
How many
corpses inflamed
do yell?
Long after
liberty spent
the breeze
Long after
the penitentially
convicted sneeze.

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, August 29th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.