A sky so blue
you could dip a pen into it-
fading toward evening to denim
at the end of a hot, dry summer.
Where do the animals drink?
The plants shrivel and dry
fall too early, and we
exult, while people
stream in long lines to
escape plunder and death
where the ink, far from blue
runs red with the blood
of innocent life-
a pointless writing.
Frances James
Frances James is a poet and visual artist from Victoria, BC, Canada. Her poetry has been published in several anthologies including Gadrian III.