Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
The Tempest, William Shakespeare
Her hair is torn, a scalp is left.
their hands were desert knives
Merciless the dead horizon
of Toyota truck invasions.
Unbearded once were born,
the men of thousand wives
once sucked their mother’s breast
In deserts wind — a red abrasion
the wounds of girls undressed
and mothers left bereft
to their zealous laughter
Today the Kerry’s challenge at toads is to write something in 55 words with the additional challenge of using a quotation for inspiration. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.
June 6, 2015