"Station 19, India 1944" Pencil, Charcoal, Acrylics on Illustration Board, 2011 Terrence L Cope
Grey mist of trees that line the banks
A wind that whips the oceans ‘round
Inside the currents, Indigos and half-light,
The bodies, silhouetted marionettes
Glide just below the ocean’s edge
Gentle hands that clutch the tender threads
hollowed eyes peer eternal, buried in their strife
And your children dine on table scraps, hand me downs
The gift of those who took it all
When you were trying to prove yourself
When it was you who sacrificed …. at the building of the wall.
