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Gary Brocks Aug 2018
We spread our blanket on uneven
ground, bodies embracing in descent,        
                       They lay on the boxcar floor,
                        fingers twisted, clutching slats.
transfixed by the spell of evening,
limbs entwined, interlaced,
                        Barbed wire pressed punctured palms
                        faces creased as old photographs.
We stretched in dawn’s light,
poured coffee out of cups,
and left as it merged with the dust.
                         bones upheave turf and loam
                         fingers grasping, sheathed in soil.

Copyright © 2003 Gary Brocks

At the time of writing, the war in former Yugoslavia was occurring. Pictures of ethnic extermination camps, barbed write, mass graves, Happeing again. Happening despite the awareness and vows after the holocaust, that such things must never be allowed to happen again. An awareness that had grown stale. Do the horrors of history, even in our ignorance or innocence, ultimately make even the smallest of our acts, some how complicit?
Viseract Mar 2016
As the world heaves and crashes around you
Can you keep your feet?
Will you balance, as flexible as a willow
Or suffer painful defeat?

When the ground quakes
And you've got the shakes
From memories, so bittersweet
Can you keep your feet?

As the ocean roars
And dams leak
When hurricanes rage
And floorboards squeak

Can you keep your feet?

When others talk behind your back
Ambush with ferocious attack
Will you have the courage to speak?
Will you be able to keep your feet?
When people talk behind your back
Devilish thoughts, a planned attack
Will you keep your balance
And not fall for their taunts?

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