Towering on the graves of Sand Creek,
Raytheon forms bone-grey
Tomahawk missiles,
from massacred mandibles.
Blood of these women and children
fuel the rocket propelled axe
that erupts from the sea,
like the flamed phoenix,
a rebirth —
a new life in fiery flight.
Resurrected, they soar like golden eagles
once revered —
soar over life-giving pure water,
back into mud brick homes
of native women and children —
burying the cursed hatchet,
awaiting its future blood-fuel.
Source: wikipedia
“missiles / from massacred mandibles” You always do such a great job of pairing sound with emotion! I particularly liked those lines in te opening. The tone was kept up very well throughout!
🙏🏽, thank you for your words here. I felt this, deep breaths.