The broken glass 9/29/2024 debbie blane

 

 

The broken glass

                                    Is falling

                                                                        From

                                                                                                            The

                                                                                                                              Sky

When I hold my hands out

It drops in them

And cuts

And there is blood

Bright red

And I see people

With bones

Sticking out

Someone is missing,

                                    Oh Lordie,

                                                      Is missing,

                                                                                                            Their face

 

I am seeing things that lead me to believe

I am in hell

A body

Without a head

I cannot breathe

 

My guts are throwing up

Our beloveds

                                    Are

                                                      Being

                                                                        Shredded

 

                                                                                          And broken

                                                                                                            And taken from us

Before we can say

Good-bye

I love you

Don’t leave

Don’t leave……

 

The Grands

9/29/2024  Debbie Blane

 

Watching the children starve

Watching the grandparents whither

But the grandparents are supposed to be

Teaching the grandchildren

The customs

The songs

The ways of living

That have kept the people alive for

So many centuries

As a people.

It is hard to do when the only ones

Left

Are the generations in between.

 

Someday.

Once again.

The middle will have children again

And become the grands

The children will grow up and have

Children

Who will become the grands to the grands

And life will be renewed.