September is Hunger Action Month This is the first poem in the month-long series of daily poems, September Songs , posted for the month of September 2009. (I reversed the dates so the reading order is better, dates are thus... backwards.) The lyricists are going home now, receding to a more forgiving landscape. Breathless, music surrendered. O! Rise up, but do not go! We must compose, empty tummies rumble songs, pleas, prayers, waiting our return! Listen, the drone’s displaced elegy expands over the children’s cleaved, trembling notes, empty mouths. O! Invent a joyous song, a celestial symphony! Carry your music to them as if a mother’s kiss, felt evermore… © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
(The Weaver's Song)