POEM - Letters In The Leaves

letters in the leaves – claudia b. liedtke

for sofia

headstones in the hundreds lay here

all arms slaughtered by sword and spear

the clouds tell me it’s not my fault

and still they live off all that’s salt

war will consume if you let it

they told me girl don’t take the hit

three pages gone and now i think

i got noticed and then i sink

terror and war may call you all

scrawl a small piece onto the wall

this here is where my heart belongs

stuck inside all these empty halls

now here i sit, small pen in hand

ink drib’ing down onto the land

could this whisper belong to you

as i stand still inside this queue

branches bend low reaching for me

to keep me held by lock and key

the leaves cry out come here my dear

breathing in all the gentle fear

little flower, don’t be so hard

pages all black and them we guard

open your face let us see you

i know it’s sad but don’t be blue

are all these things on top my press

futile in your thick-headed mess

the things I do are jokes to you

your thought was that this girl was through

so i await the gold and pearl

land you for some gain of morale

this world will always hate you more

when all those leaves fall on the floor