The blasted
Limbs of our fifty-year-old
Judas tree give ample
Silent testimony that
Perhaps we have not
Said enough of what continues
To ail us, though each Spring,
From a withered flaking
Trunk, keep shooting
Violent bursts of regenerating,
Violet-red blood that speaks
Volumes.
At first I thought the poem marvelous but questioned if the title works. Then I realized how well the title does work. Another fabulous Zambaras poem, from title to final line, and it should be read aloud because it is musical testimony.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mr. J. Levy, Esq for continuing to be my not so silent minority!
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