A Mother Speaks Out by “Amy”* In mourning, Something this night is too bright How will I tell I am swollen with sad joy I seem near term How will I tell I would ask my brother My elder son I will tell There’s an evil godless man * “Amy” is fictitious, used just to establish a female narrator for the poem
this morning
between the orange sunrise
and the blue of infinity
I see the green waving at me
a rolling dawn daunting,
flaunting the promises,
many days to rain
to dry the face
running through the streets of mourning, and
trying to face the night alone
a light saturates my being
with a horrible gnosis
but I listen in awe
to illuminated silence
what everyone knows
about the silence
where an essence exists
and veracity must be born
to let be heard the cry
of freedom, a new child.
what everyone knows?
who is of higher rank
to speak for me
but he is dead
has marched, been raped in jail
but he is mute, broken,
trembling, hurt, and ashamed
in bed all day crying, “Mommy,” and
I can not comfort him.
what everyone knows:
who’s been running our Iran
and we’re running by the Sea of Green
to reach the hand of God
— by Douglas Gilbert
Books by Douglas Gilbert
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