Burning - Rebecca del Rio

[Larry Robinson]

Burning

Midday sun a smear,
a shimmering smudge burning behind
slate skies, burning
through hopelessness and hope.

There is always burning.
Somewhere fields are burning to clear
for crops: cane, corn, poppies.
Spirits burn in defiance of helplessness.

Burning somewhere
palaces, markets, monuments,
broad hallways, humble homes alight
with someone’s certainty.

Always burning somewhere,
Bodies burn against bulldozer
blades poised to bury lies, secrets. Bodies
in Poland, Guatemala, Bosnia, Iraq, Palestine.

There is always burning,
libraries burn, also oil wells,
dreams, outrage and grief
Pushed to the grave’s edge.

In America and Africa
children burn with hunger, confusion,
mothers burn with sorrow, outrage.
Grandmothers gaze at the sun,

imagine a future
poised on the sun’s corona, tumbling
End over dazzling end
until time itself ends.

	- Rebecca del Rio
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