of hope: “America’s Concentration Camps”

 

 

everybody knows hope:

to see through a hole 

                            seeds

of blood 

figuring out 

                  figuring out 

on a road to die

               stopped hearts

gone blue 

below a horizon 

         stabbed with a flag

 

when carried to the mouths of the camps

               they plague hope 

time for you 

to catch your breath & lament 

oh poor frog 

your heart is still beating 

what are you hombre

 

 

 

Debasis Mukhopadhyay


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5 Responses to of hope: “America’s Concentration Camps”

  1. I love the ending especially

  2. Thanks Kushal for your feedback! Coming from you! Am a big fan of your work!

  3. Veronica Marjon Van Bruggen says:

    Debasis,
    I am so grateful I have read this poem. “To see through a hole seeds of blood” this poem is so powerful!

  4. Ingrid Bruck says:

    Thank you, Debasis, for the shake in the words of this haibun. The form is so fitting for this message of grief.

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