The Disappeared

David Huffman

The children
of the disappeared
watch thru chain`links
the tears long now
gone to steel

The sobs now
turned symphonic
in the ears of the guards
who must fantasize
or go insane

Oh America!
What we’ve become!
Israel on the Rio Grande
victim to victimizer
without mercy

As the parents
wait in holding`cells
condemned without trial
this our strange fruit
in poplar trees

“There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.” ~ Adrienne Rich


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Disappeared

  1. You did this perfectly.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. good to hear that Trump has finally bowed to pressure and reversed this…

    Liked by 1 person

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