Two poems by KJ Hannah Greenberg.

 

Exposition's Heart-felt Blushes (an Awdl Gywydd)

 

Visages’ gleam encouraged

Each other. Engaged by smiles,

Our faces transferred wishes.

Today’s kisses lingered, our style.

 

Word ribbons floated past, heeding

Neither street nor field. Spring found August.

Radio buzz faded, static blanketed.

Sunlight’s thin stripes framed faint dust.

 

Yesterday’s encasement gave

Present dividends. We dreamt.

Hope’s breasted first sparkles exchanged,

Shimmer ranged; spices, wine, cream.

 

Shyness ensued, clumsy silence.

Meanwhile, concurrent glows

Remained; exposition’s heart-felt

Blushes offered tingling prose.

 

 

Short Decades of International Conflict

 

Short tens earlier, convoys built from army jeeps, NGO funding,

Medical practitioners’ ideals, consumers’ discarded survival equipment,

Melded intrigue, even party planning for large delegations, into utterly nice

Guard posts meant to keep out spokesmen schooled in pandering “high virtue,”

Rather than refer primary sources to truths international strictures usually permitted.

 

Schooners, long land locked because of would-be princes’ perpetrated guile,

(They owed dukes quondam distribution of land rights, hash, cashes of silent movies),

Spun to ends unmentionable even as bands tweeted sousaphone marches, ornamenting

Desert air slick with burnished musical compounds, media-peddled cultural imports, also

Less-than-playful foreign notions of valleys’ entitlement, settlements parameters, water sharing.

 

It’s not the sex shops in Tel Aviv, not secular beliefs, even edgy attributes,

That attach purpose to flying nixies in keffiyehs; careful deconstruction proves,

Time and again, how convergent events’ calculated portrayal feeds most hungry raptors.

Decades of awaiting vessels’ “passage” beneath draw bridges, other intended institutions,

Actualizes planetary bait and hook, makes mincemeat of Galil waters, Golan plains, families.

 

It’s crazy; national representatives blame us denizens for all parts of global trouble!

Consider our misfortunes of diction, underwrought time management, besotted corpses,

See phenomena’s full array as urban ravens, limit blame to folks wearing pants, although

Elsewhere, piracy’s full frontal nudity robs sovereigns, produces sterile thoughts, takes life,

Satisfies crude, calculating fat cats selling children arsenic, or otherwise slaying chaste souls.

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