Monday, June 29, 2009

A Casting Off Of Albatri 9


Around Each Point, A Full Circle


All know liquids
carbonate themselves
in the heat
of summer’s fizz.

Blood is boiling
in Iran
for want of
what freedom is.

Calmed by foxgloves
and sweat of sun
I wander into
woodlands green —

I will not square
my humanity
with the oppression
I have seen.

2 comments:

ril said...

Nice. I like the depth.

Robin S. said...

Well done. The phrase "I will not square my humanity" says worlds more than any hyper emotive phrase could have done.