
The Knower

The teeth of angst
like saws of jaws
gashed the summer fields.
left behind…
old memories seared
from the ripped words
of red warriors’ truth,
raped by an uncaring kind.
charred words…
a scar blanket coveted the sacred spot where ashen faces faded
earth’s bleeding womb lashed out with cries
and eyes of sorrow.
stood again to reclaim the strength of the Knower.
the winded one
with no eyes to see
no words to speak
only mirrored images
who could stand in the rawness of this barren land
a crevice
a crack in the mind
a spark of fire to ignite again
to boil the blood of honor painted not by words but by the silent code written on scarred land marked by the Knower.
–genece hamby