November 25, 2009

Kenneth Radu

White Cloud in the Revolution

fallen to earth my wedding
dress spreads over the bed
my veil woven from breath
and sky

my groom sleeps
down the street I stand
by the window in the moon
light waiting for the enemy
to appear

shall I join a group
of men a political party
to pass new laws
gun shots break the silence
the people
feed on anguish

legislators quarrel
and even so the evening crawls
up the wall like a bat
tomorrow I marry
in a cold church
the blood in the streets
will soak my shoes


Kenneth Radu's poems have appeared in fourpaperletters, Leaf Garden, Asphodel Madness, Eviscerator Heaven, and elsewhere. He lives in Quebec.

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