Saturday, November 12, 2011

A poem by Melissa Sete

                                 DRIVEN AWAY

Let he who has not fallen
Launch the first boulder
Food and wine
Merriment and laughter
Disguised pride and unforgiven feuds
All these flowed crimson
From the devil’s lips
Tainting the beautiful mural
Set upon by angels
Four years before
Dark shadows flitted in and out
Among foreign silk and fine satin
Leather shoes and crystal cutlery
A meek voice cries out
From where it has been driven
‘What God has joined, who is man to separate?’
Both names have already been inscribed
In tablets of stone
And blood from my womb
Has long before