Leslie Philibert

Freshman - 940 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

The Last Harvest - Poem by Leslie Philibert

A forest without moonlight
A moon with no light
If there would be moonlight
there would be the shapes of trees.
But there is no moonlight.
Only moon.

Harvesters work the fields.
Shaitan.
Mengele.
Ivory faces with the eyes of owls.
Slices of animals; bloodcorn; plant

the crops of Treblinka and Verdun.
We have stolen the passion of the killing.


Comments about The Last Harvest by Leslie Philibert

  • Gold Star - 9,891 Points Heather Wilkins (5/30/2013 9:48:00 PM)

    the harvest moon is usually the most bright of the year. shedding a bright light on the earth. the work so hard without the light of the moon. nice imagery (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 347 Points David Wood (4/2/2013 11:02:00 AM)

    A stunning little poem well written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Frank James Davis (3/25/2013 3:20:00 AM)

    Stark and stunning, Leslie.
    Excellent! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (3/24/2013 5:53:00 AM)

    last harvest. good write. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013



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