The Walking Wounded
By Teev Handal
In the chill Autumn air
Trees stand nude
Nothing left to hide
Life imitating the flawed art
Of American Politics
Bearing the good and the ugly
At the end of one road
And the beginning of another
Shell shocked voters
Dancing, staggering
In rapture and pain
All deeply wounded
From captivity and battle
For the moment
Ignoring their own blood
Ignoring the blood of others
Selfishness clawing at all
But there is no proper corner
In which to lick those wounds
They must be viewed, shared
Probed by anyone/everyone
Stigmata of citizenship
Holes in the spirit
That are proof of life
Sides taken must melt
Removed from behind
The falling walls
That divide one another
In order to unite
Love thy neighbor
As you love yourself
Golden rule of our healing
ROBINPOSTELL
Writer and photographer since age 7, I took it pro when I turned 21. Freelancing for magazines, newspapers, websites, blogs ever since, my portfolio grew. The publishing industry has changed and I continue adapt. Now, I'm shifting gears and looking for new adventures, both personally and professionally - the two have, frequently, been synonymous.
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fanniemariejacksongibbs2009
Witness.