War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

open your hand


WWx/2009


what does it hold?

sweet grains of friendship,
blossoms
love picked off spring’s pomegranate,
a wounded butterfly?

do you carry
indifference, the icy grip
or
hatred
putrid habits’
green meat.

open your hand
palm your life
scars and work
fingers stretched

succour
silence,
slap?

unfist
let go
what you grip

a bouquet of
wild roses, mulberry
fresh cut,
dismissal
knifed thin air,
or unpinned,
ready to toss,
hand grenade?



a recce once told me that he always asked the question in his head when he saw an Afghan approach him over there, “hand grenades or bouquets?”


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