so called, as once a blue moon or so, a poem might appear. @;-)
Another version of this was written in March, 2003 for the grassroots “Poets Against the War” website,
along with thousands of other poems, from thousands of other poets. The site is still active.
Old Woman and The Child
“It is dark!
Did the comet die?”
“Yes, it is dark,
the comet is gone,
dark prayers are planted in the land.
here, in the round
we still have our fire.
I tell you now,
before they come-
drink blood from our fingers
eat bowls of our dead-
we’ll show them the river’s source in the stars,
found in each of their palms.
they will sit down, and remember.”