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Joop Bersee

Joop Bersee's was born in Holland and lived in South Africa for a decade. His poetry has been published in a number of countries and has been translated.
Visit Joop on www.joopbersee.com. He is editor of www.southernrainpoetry.com which features South African poetry.


Soldier

He is scared but used to it,
like a banker to stress;
a tree, hole in the ground
can finish him in seconds flat.

Letters from home, only two the
last two-and-half years, are
charred by his worn hands, he's tired
of collecting faces for his brain,

pounding nightmares, the horrors
of a sweating, quiet staring moon.
He's sick of being the spilling breed.
His unlit song moves on its stem.


Village

Eighteen disfigured children.
Seven fingers, eight daughters.
Followed by the staring, missing limbs

of the harmless villagers,
another platoon marches past
over the dusty, sunburned roads.

Their guns are satisfied; their holes
rest in the chests of sons,
like cattle -

Endless rows of swords
stab the land that wails
like sirens gone mad.

The fly infested horizon cries vultures,
hopping, dancing, their beaks
deep into this wonderful feast.

And not too far away a machine gun rattles
a piece of bread
into thin air.


Message On A Shell*

Message On A Shell*

With the smile of Innocence or not,
Israeli girls write their names on US shells
made to obliterate Lebanon
because it is evil and kills small
children, women, husbands, civilians.
The shells with names and ‘from Israel
with love’ plaster the walls of ruins,

the stitched faces of survivors, amputees,
with layers of flesh and blood. Pink limbs
rotate in the air, metal and bone,
fragments of a neighbour. Hospital
beds contain chunks of flesh, beating hearts.
In a street a dog is searching for its
owner who seems to be everywhere.



*Israeli girls write messages on shells at a
heavy artillery position near Kiryat Shmona,
in northern Israel, next to the Lebanese border, Monday, July 17, 2006.





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