Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Deborah Bogen: Florida

Abraham. What were you thinking nudging Isaac up that hill?  You must have known some tests must be refused. You say I shouldn’t judge, that I’ve made my own mistakes and I’m too old now for debate, but Abraham, you lit a fire. You meant to draw the knife across his throat. The story says you killed a goat instead and this morning, reading the papers, I can smell it. That smoke. The greasy residue of burnt flesh. Of villages bombed. Boys trained to kill. Teenagers with AK’s haunting the hallways. Oh Abraham. All those sacrificial children.


 

Copyright 2018 Deborah Bogen

.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Information

This entry was posted on February 16, 2018 by in Poetry, Social Justice and tagged , , , , , .

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 9,999 other followers

Blog Stats

  • 3,401,274 hits

Archives

%d bloggers like this: