Aimless Hours of Glass

 

on their hands and knees

men with small hammers

fix stones for you to walk on

sharp silver sounds

out of the sun places

your own aimless hours of glass

 

we'd leave our dead at the sea

   turned to silver fishes

    our people nourished

                  by such treasure

                    grew strong

                         

then others came

  huge ships hauled the sea

for those we would never meet

   now our own people dwindle

souls of our ancestors stolen.

 

                              as far as the eye can see    small diamond stars tattoo

unspeakable skin

  ancient linens    a memory of water    a beautiful woman once came

pure infant dreams      deep on my strong shoulder swaying songs the rain peers into

 

nothing comes so softly as this day of leaving

even stones, once cursed

now picked up at random

savoured by mouth

   a kiss let fall gently as if they'd remember only that

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PD Lyons born and raised in the USA. Since 1998 has resided in Ireland. Lyons received Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry, Bachelor of Science with honours from Teikyo Post University. The work of PD Lyons has appeared in many formats throughout the world.

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