The Moya View

Tag: war poem

  • Sanctuary

    Sanctuary

    SanctuaryThey sit on a stone bench in the sanctuarypressed against the highway’s edge—listening to bird songs intertwine overheadin this cage of golden mesh,five blocks long and ten stories high.One is blind, the other legless.The blind one, wearing his old army jacket—the replacement for the one torn to shreds in the flash—tilts his head to the…

  • The Fossil Soles of Refugees

    The Fossil Soles of Refugees

    A fossil in foam, five toes under a formed sole, preserves the flight of a thousand border treks.   A layer of thermite and blood settles the right pad of every hastily fled soul, a rusty preservation of the ash of those who were enflamed.   Their left clod is encased with the dirt of…