Feathers in the Wind

Sandy paths covered with tears of blood falling
on searing sand creating splinters like broken
crimson crystal upon rocks, shattering,
piercing… Weary people… eyes scarlet,
mouths parched: Benevolence died with the
greed of moguls of hate centuries ago. Now
there are old symbols of the era emerging…
brutality and death: Where can justice be found
amid flying lead and the butcher’s knife? Faces
of fear covered, hidden from their own vacant
souls. In the unholy asylums of sand, death is
painted with blood red absurdities, voices of
hatred frantically screaming with no direction…
like feathers in the wind.

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James, a retired professor and octogenarian, is a pushcart and best of web nominee. He has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT,” (2016), and over 1,000 poems, in such magazines as Global Poetry, Westward Quarterly, Miller’s Pond, Poetic Diversity, American Aesthetic, Penwood, Gold Dust Poetry, Scarlet Leaf, The Linnet’s Wings and over 120 others. His fourth collection of poetry will be released this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.

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