A Message From Our Pockets Poem by Lila Marquez

Half-empty words wash away
the narratives, spilt favours,
modern fatigue—
we owe the landowners—
as our worn out pleas
flee in silence.
Kins rode the wings of fate
in begging fashion,
shoveling their own
craving for death.
We mourn for old debts,
for we are tiny pebbles
in a shore of gluttons.
What purpose do our lips serve
when we speak pass the clouds?
While we cease to embrace
the pen with our tongues?
We dug out the snare, fist and spine.
They fed on our spirit.

(from 'Line Breaker: A Collection of Poems', Lila Marquez,2021)