ALONG ROADS OF DUST by James Goertel at today’s Friday Poetry.
ALONG ROADS OF DUST
Along roads of dust turned to mud by tears
pilgrims idle, bell-toed and prayer-bereft,
cursing the bitter, hush-mouthed cold
of an ill-fated, fellow history
invoking hummed, sobbed folk songs
for those long since fallen in their footsteps,
for the newly buried with their stilled blood
making an offering of last heat
to ground giving its perdu frost of lost decades
to aquifers, soul-distilled wells
splashed with wishes bathed in jejune tongues
of Arabic and Aramaic asking only for peace.