Melissa submitted this powerful poem.  We need poetry that punches us in the guts--for a positive purpose! 

Melissa lives in San Francisco where she writes stories and poems.You can contact her here: www.myspace.com/quicksecret.

The Devil

Sheets of indigenous

people

blood stained,

lucid pictures

drain our memories

we see smiles and

suits with white

faces-men.

The dark stay in the night

with women,

faces covered

taped lips

in cities- necropolis

suits with white faces

have conjured- men.

These sheets are thick

and have plastered my

body wet,

someone will take

them to wash and

drain my memory clear.

Last update : 20-09-2007 18:51

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