Poems on Politics


What I Love



What I love you steal from me.
You take his lunchbox and bring me a bronze amulet.
You take his torso and bring me a folded flag.
You take his hands and give me the words hero and honor.
You take his legs and give me the word freedom.
What I love you bury.

Oh, open your hands, your bloody hands.
I want to return your trophies.
In the shoeboxes of my mind,
I keep the folded butterfly sheet for making a tent,
full lunchboxes
washcloths for scrubbing behind the ears,
and silkworms on mulberry leaves.

Open; open your bloody hands.






Esther Kamkar, Palo Alto, California artist and poet. Poems, poetry, writing, published works - footer logo

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