Ivory Madonna
abandoned in the dust,
carved from infants’
blood laced tears –
their hacked off faces
seduce the lust.
See the whole world weeping,
carrying the pain,
heading for disaster’s
burden of beast’s and famine
when winter comes again.
Wasted, starving children’s
ghosted sockets cry,
begging us, their saviour,
for manna on the plain.
Tag: ivory trade
Drops (Cinquain)
Rain’s cool,
clear consciousness
evaporates with dawn;
teardrops tasting of fresh mourning
explode.