of hope: “America’s Concentration Camps”



everybody knows hope:

to see through a hole 


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

      Comment by Kushal Poddar on 11 August, 2019 at 3:24 am
    2. Thanks Kushal for your feedback! Coming from you! Am a big fan of your work!

      Comment by Debasis Mukhopadhyay on 13 August, 2019 at 12:31 am
    3. Debasis,
      I am so grateful I have read this poem. “To see through a hole seeds of blood” this poem is so powerful!

      Comment by Veronica Marjon Van Bruggen on 13 August, 2019 at 9:21 pm
    4. Thanks Veronica, glad you liked it!

      Comment by Debasis Mukhopadhyay on 11 September, 2019 at 12:35 pm
    5. Thank you, Debasis, for the shake in the words of this haibun. The form is so fitting for this message of grief.

      Comment by Ingrid Bruck on 16 September, 2019 at 12:46 am

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