Cyndi K. Gacosta
Cyndi K. Gacosta Poems
|121.||Without Warning 12 Angry Men||10/12/2014|
|122.||At A Traffic Stop The Cops Suspected||10/27/2014|
|123.||Passing A Young Woman With The Flowery Scent||3/14/2014|
|124.||The Peace Village (Kijong-Dong)||8/11/2014|
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The Peace Village (Kijong-Dong)
On the road to Peace Village
are fields and fields of mines
concealed in untouched forestry,
hedged in by barbed fences,
with blood on leaves of poplar trees
and there's a bridge linking South to North,
and cross it there's no return,
no turning back but looking forward,
looking towards that quiet village
of vacant shells and barren streets,
looking up to that heavy, tragic flag
of the North where no wind, no breath
could lift its weight, and so it remains
in a lifeless and mindless state.
Boys Of The Playground
The boys after school played war
On the big red toy that’s where they recruited
All boys from age ten and younger.
They shot the air with guns made out of air.
The guns shot bullets made out of spit and air.
But these bullets still dug deep to make wounds
On their shins and elbows.