Alice Parris

Rookie (02-10-1951 / Greenville, North Carolina U.S.A.)

Scorch-Blackened Thorns - Poem by Alice Parris

Crackling branches,
scorch-blackened thorns,
blood-red berries
mashed beneath indifferent feet.

Fleeing scenes of barely-there,
incriminations mounting.
Where were you when the
black-outs became normal?

Police line-ups, shock,
indignation and curt disavowals.
What was that thing
called personal freedom, anyhow?

Sand-buried, ostrich-people
still pass gases that can kill.
Toxic subliminals; then
the marching sounds of slaughter.

Alice Parris

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 19, 2011


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