Blessings #8 — “The grave thrusts out our dead”


The grave thrusts out our dead with clamor
Yet we perceive them not today
It is the ‘morrow we never reach
That hears their sound of new life

We hear just the cries of the newborn
Pressed into this world by clenching
Wombs that wage war to free themselves
Of their weighty mysteries

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About brucejberger

Bruce J. Berger has published his short fiction in a variety of print and on-line literary journals, including Prole, Jersey Devil Press Anthology, The Awakenings Review, Raphael's Village, Eastown Fiction, Black Magnolias Literary Journal, and others. He also publishes shorts stories for Amazon's Kindle. He is pursuing his MFA in Creative Writing at American University beginning in August 2015.
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