Soft words that have never spoken

Soft words that have never spoken
Inside the abandoned tennis shoe
Of a child….
On a Texas riverbank….

still warm imprint of Hotneh 
Steam rising
from its track
Howling across
The miraging rain….

torn white cloth of skin and fear
as a grey moth escaped from a torn nightmare

On concertina wire shining under a full moon….

We must begin the war drums
Again….

The dog soldier texts
Marina de Lesina 
August 13.19

Hotneh (wolf)

Sorrow is no longer a word

Sorrow is no longer a word….as sadness….
as loss….

They are no longer words
If you are brown……if you are the
Other….they have not been words for us
For a long time….
They exist with us….

Fear is a word to us….
It marks the path of our enemies….

They fear….
They are not like us…we can smell their dead souls….
Their empty shadows….

Colorless….
Alone…..

Dog soldier song
For El Paso
8/5/19