Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The Flood

Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when he thinks he has it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of model.
We choose to say it is bound by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
For a time it endures but becomes such a flood
Held low at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, the branch reaching brave.
Sons seeking hope and fathers for peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by deep valleys stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

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