Michael R. Burch's Poems


 


For a Sandy Hook Child, with Butterflies

by Michael R. Burch

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails, when thunder howls,
when hailstones scream while winter scowls
and nights compound dark frosts with snow?
Where does the butterfly go?

Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief's a banked fire's glow,
where does the butterfly go?

And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?

For a Sandy Hook Child, with Butterflies," Copyright © 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 12, 2013


Sandy Hook Call to Love
by Michael R. Burch

Our hearts are broken today
for our children's small bodies lie broken;
let us gather them up, as we may,
that the truth of our Love may be spoken;
then, when we have put them away
to nevermore dream, or be woken,
let us think of the living, and pray
for true Love, not some miserable token,
to command us, for strength to obey.

"Sandy Hook Call to Love" Copyright © 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 15, 2013


Sandy Hook Call to Action
by Michael R. Burch

We see their tiny coffins
and our hearts break,
so we ask the NRA—
"Did you make a mistake?"
And we vow to save the next child
for sweet love's sake,
but also to protect ourselves
from enduring such heartache.

"Sandy Hook Call to Action" Copyright © 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 15, 2013


Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
―for the children of Gaza
By Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.

"Epitaph for a Palestinian Childre - for the children of Gaza," Copyright © 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 15, 2013


Editor's Note
Michael R. Burch has an intense interest in human rights and is a leading online editor and publisher of Holocaust, Hiroshima, Trail of Tears, Darfur, Haiti and Nakba poetry. Michael has also created A Proposal for Peace through Justice in the Middle East


Something
―for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba

Something inescapable is lost—
lost like a pale vapor curling up into shafts of moonlight,
vanishing in a gust of wind toward an expanse of stars
immeasurable and void.

Something uncapturable is gone—
gone with the spent leaves and illuminations of autumn,
scattered into a haze with the faint rustle of parched grass
and remembrance.

Something unforgettable is past—
blown from a glimmer into nothingness, or less,
and finality has swept into a corner where it lies
in dust and cobwebs and silence.


"Something - for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba," Copyright © 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 15, 2013


Editor's Note
Michael R. Burch has an intense interest in human rights and is a leading online editor and publisher of Holocaust, Hiroshima, Trail of Tears, Darfur, Haiti and Nakba poetry. Michael has also created A Proposal for Peace through Justice in the Middle East


Frail Envelope of Flesh
―for the mothers and children of the Holocaust and Gaza
By: Michael R. Burch

Frail envelope of flesh,
lying cold on the surgeon’s table
with anguished eyes
like your mother’s eyes
and a heartbeat weak, unstable ...

Frail crucible of dust,
brief flower come to this—
your tiny hand
in your mother’s hand
for a last bewildered kiss ...

Brief mayfly of a child,
to live two artless years!
Now your mother’s lips
seal up your lips
from the Deluge of her tears ...


Eros shakes my soul:
a wind on desolate mountains
leveling oaks.
Sappho, fragment 42, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

"Frail Envelope of Flesh - for the mothers and children of the Holocuast and Gaza," Copyright 2013 by Michael R. Burch
Posted January 15, 2013


Editor's Note
Michael R. Burch has an intense interest in human rights and is a leading online editor and publisher of Holocaust, Hiroshima, Trail of Tears, Darfur, Haiti and Nakba poetry. Michael has also created A Proposal for Peace through Justice in the Middle East


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