War Dance

The People, my people,
loss so great
savors havoc,
hemorrhages my skin.

Grabbed my sister,
grabbed my nephew,
harries my children…

Howl wide-mouthed
broken toothed,
water-eyed,
feral in my den.

Creator dances,
dances, dances,
dies yet does not die,
shattering these sins,
whirls and steps in battle,
catches my heart’s groan,
knits bone with song,
joys soul in soul,
for life wars:
wins.

About Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

Julene Pommert

Julene is a 5th-year MACP student, wife of a wonderful White man, mother of two teenaged boys, homeschooler, Ph.D., Native-White, in the true prime of life of after 50, identical twin, and increasingly inquisitive one swimming in seas of what may be love.

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