Elijah Hiett photo
By
Mark Tarren
A World Without Borders
I long to live in a world without borders
like the desert
with its shifting sand unseen
blows away the memories
of Nationalism
Tread carefully,
for you are treading on my dreams.
I long to live in a world without borders
where there is no barbed wire
between men and women
no tears between
Tread carefully,
for you are treading on my dreams.
I long to live in a world without borders
a world
a universe without maps
one uncharted face
with gentle hands
seen
Tread carefully,
for you are treading on my dreams.
I long to live in a world without borders
where the countless winds
of the desert
unseen
shift across an ever-changing world
Tread carefully,
for you are treading on my dreams.
Catching Water
It will rain tonight
the young man looks to the sky
to the clouds
the moon plays on his cinnamon skin
to catch water cut from Heaven.
Many more men huddle together
a brotherhood of starving crows
chattering together
as they dig together
digging into the night together
clothed in the spirits of
ancient divers and dancers
diviners dying and digging together
their hands open the rubbish bins
as the moon plays on their skin
to catch water cut from Heaven.
The young mans arm
twists back into darkness
once covered in blood
beatings
bruising
now wounds fill with thirst
hunger
terror
that burst this cinnamon skin
a sheet for mosquitoes.
It will rain tonight
the young man looks to the sky
that water cut from Heaven
is
the soft skin of
his beloved’s wrist
at the base of her thumb
her quiet eyes
the scent of his newborn son
before the valley of fears
in a sky long ago
when the stars were kind
it is the shadow of tears
it is the taste of freedom.
Mark Tarren
Mark Tarren is a poet and writer based in Queensland, Australia.
His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various literary journals including The Blue Nib, Poets Reading The News, Street Light Press, Spillwords Press and The New Verse News.
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