This face is a weapon now, ripe as stone.
This word is building a cocoon.
A mouth (but whose?) circles darkness— [End Page 8]
All This Talk of Nations
Snow buries your voice and I turn with the wind once more, waiting for spring to thaw your words. By then, perhaps, our wars will be melted, the men and the women uncried. Out here in the mountains, red earth stirs beneath so many icy sheets. Burn all the flags, you say. [End Page 9]
Patricia Killelea is the author of the poetry collection Other Suns (Swan Scythe Press, 2011) and her second collection, Counterglow, is a forthcoming title from Urban Farmhouse Press. Her poetry appears in such journals as Quarterly West, Waxwing, The Common, Spiritus, As/Us, Barzakh, and others.