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This poem is a gift

Free words

Under the stench of a barbed wire world

Flowers that live on

After the flowers have been blown from the graves

In the midst of war

These words are a gift

A balm for the poor hungry mouth

To feed on

After the nightmare of carnage

Of lines written in blood

On broken walls

Where fathers and their families lie

Still and swollen in unmarked plots

These words are a gift

They are free

Washing the wounds

Making speech live on

Even after so much darkness

They are the lightness

Bringing light

yvette smith june 12 2009

poem by Yvette Smith
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