wound

and the world is wound

uprooted trees and refugees

in a world of two words

Here comes the Divider

the forest bleeding and god seen as dog

in that mirror

squealing woes upon woes

upon generations

what words what bonds

between you and me

what bread to share

what waste in rich cities

grieving bones and yearning souls

in earth' s womb   what sorrow

what starving women feeding starving children

creeping at what men' s feet

for mere survival

woman beautiful dark woman African woman

our mother of all

trampled down

from searing crevices from pristine sources

I hear your call

hidden women street walking girls

roaming round in circles

no path away from male domination

nothing new under the sun:

woman is dark and man is right

the law of man is the fate of woman

the golden calf is the god of all

love is hate is war is

oppression

what derailment

what ails man

what ails my dreams

Here comes the Divider

the watchful sword hangs overhead

but time grows old and late

ghosts hold arrows from afar

and as you leave the wreck

remember  to wrap up the bread

in your fairy-tale