“Memorial Day” by Vicki Batkin

Pretending to ride the Grapes of Wrath
Pretending to walk the line
Pretending to make no sense.

There are so many reasons for misunderstanding
There are so many reasons for 2 sides
There are so many reasons for unearthing the romances
There are so many reasons for firing on enemy ground
There are so many reasons for TRUTH

Why would there be a memorial
Why should there be a Memorial
Why will there continue to be ‘THE’ Memorial

I don’t know to judge
I don’t know the stories
I don’t know the ‘why’
I don’t know the ‘what’
I don’t know enough…

I do know my bicycle stopped at the Pier
I do know the flags were up
I do know there were pictures
I do know some had 1 leg
I do know some had none
I do know there were 3 legged dogs
I do know enough to be sad
I do know enough to feel uncertain
I do know enough to see that….
Oh well….
“Don’t ask…Don’t tell”

Pretending it is only another Monday
Pretending it is only a matter of fact
Pretending it is the day before Tuesday
Pretending that skateboarders are only skating
Pretending to not know
Pretending to not care
Pretending to not see
Pretending to love
Pretending that it is only Monday.

Vicki Batkin

Photo by L. K. Thayer

©2010

“America, Once So Beautiful” by Roz Levine

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Spill

As in who spilled the beans

Spill

As in don’t cry over spilt milk

Spill

As in blood spilled across the land

And the blood spilled

Dripped cells of DNA

Of doubt and derision

Of death and destruction

As America

Once so beautiful

Flamed flesh to fire

And cities burned

And cities turned to ash

And cities turned to dust

And the spill of life

Turned to a thrill song

In bones of young ones

Sent to do deeds, so dirty

Young ones harvesting hatred

With brains depressed

Growing trauma buds

Where once love did bloom

But the hallow and hate

Harvested fetid rosebuds

Strewn across the land

Splayed over hard stone

Words inscribed

He was only 20

Our son

Our boy

He was only 20

When he spilled his blood

For folly’s sake

For Bush/Cheney lies

He was only 20

When he burned to ash

In his Hummer

On desert sands

He was only 20

Our son

Our boy

When he turned to nothing but

For America, once so beautiful

Roz Levine

© 2010