Poems from areproc
Poetry cannot be held by our bare human hands.
It is a formless mold of dirt,
crafted by our ancestors’ worn and nimble fingers.
It is the...
Label.
A small piece of paper,
Fabric,
Plastic,
Or similar material,
Attached to an object,
And giving information about it.
Label.
What we...
Oil spills in the ocean,
Dead fish on the sand.
Children's mouths hanging open,
No food in their hands.
To nourish their tender bodies,...