NOW YOU, DARFUR

 

 

 

Again the journey

                                 

                                        faces bloom and wither

 

                                                                                  a thousand years:

 

Oh, Trail of Tears,

 

                                  Middle Passage,

 

                                                                shackles of agony,

                                      

 the bells of the procession of  suffering

 

                                                            beyond the Urals.

 

 

 

 

Above us the morning star,

                                                 

                                                      you moving through man’s darkest heart.

 

 

 

The red-backed shrike sings its cruel song.

 

                    Shoulder your burden, Sisyphus.

 

 

It is dawn.

 

                                                      ------------Walt Peterson

 

 

Walt Peterson lives & writes in Pittsburgh. His best poems are his two sons, Kevin and Eric and his prison writer's workshop group.

 

 

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