Such a Green Blue Eye
Such a green blue eye
this eye
that sees the
face of death
Such a perfect
pitched ear
that hears its
plaintive breath
Such a tender skin
that crawls
when prickled
by its touch
Such a cleaved heart
that beats
too quickly
and too much
The Soldier's Fear
I think I know the soldier's fear,
who wonders with each breath
which member of her troops will
next be visited with death.
Bombs explode volcanic,
bullets zing ahead.
No time to hesitate at graves,
no dirges for the dead.
Bodies strewn about like leaves
the only rite she sees,
and grief itself is just one more
among the casualties.
Mariana Mcdonald’s poetry has appeared in Crab Orchard Review, Lunch Ticket, The New Verse News, Les Femmes Folles, Southern Women’s Review, We Are Antifa, Poetry in Flight/Poesía en Vuelo, Fables of the Eco-future, Stone Sea and Sky, and Anthology of Southern Poets: Georgia, among others. She lives in Atlanta.
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