A lone deer comes to my backyard, She used to come with a large vanguard; Raising her ears at the smallest sound, She warily grazes the grassy ground. I do not know what happened to the others: Her timid sisters and her horny brothers. I observed this one when she was a newborn, I recall her running through the shrubs of corn. They used to come at the dusk and dawn Before we started to mow our lawn....
I was an observant guest In Shell Island Today. The bay was full of Countless shells. The waves every second Were tossing out in haste New-new piles of Scallops Empty shells; Some-colorful, some-pale, In various measures And shapes, New-new piles of Scallops Bare shells… The children were playing Carelessly with them, Peopl were collecting Fancy shells, And the oceans itself Tireless and endless Was conducting the shells’ crashes on bays…
I saw trees hanged head down in the lakes, I saw lawns that covered up the dumps. I heard footfalls that pecked the stillness of night And faded away in the jaw of the dark. I saw it, and someone else has seen it, I heard it, and someone else has heard it. What we’ll do that will be a test¦ I saw the sun burning the unprotected Who worked without breaks and without hopes I saw rains that washed away the traces And a thunder that muffled all the cries for help....
I haven’t been there, I haven’t seen the kill… But I saw the horror In people’s eyes… I heard their mourning, I felt their pain, And their unbending will To punish the crime…. And it wasn’t just war… It was a genocide, Cold-blooded murder Captured in facts… Slaughter of kids and the old Slaughter of women and the weak Slaughter of a whole nation To own their land. I haven’t been there I haven’t seen the scene, But I have no respect For people who kill… Especially for ones Who don’t have honesty And live in denial Never confess…...