inks, oil pastel on archival paper
(I wrote into the drawing as I was
drawing; later I edited the words
slightly into the poem that
accompanies the image)
bone men
char men
cartilage has no
nerve endings
Baghdad is burning
-the bombers are coming-
hide your children
the god of fire thunder is upon us
the god who eats men
armor yourselves for it is useless
shrapnel sharp spinning
from the god's eye
cease & desist
cease & desist
cease & desist
A powerful piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry. Only wish writing could save lives.
ReplyDeletebroken hearted. thank you for this.
ReplyDeleteare you still working, brenda? seems that it only wound up fueling your soul to be even more productive! i'm so proud of you, woman. xoxooxox
Ah, terrorism, bombing schools for chrissakes, detonating during rush hour in busy locations, innocent people wounded and dying, using human bombs, it's horrible, hearbreaking, tragic.
ReplyDeleteWe are so inundated on the news it's hard to write about, and yet we must write.
Thanks, Laura... no, my contract position ended mid-Oct since there wasn't enough work for me, only bits and pieces since then.