For those who deny. to be the beheader is to ignore how deeply memories embed themselves in tomorrow's blood to be beheaded is to lose touch source of thought water's web sight of blood running away to be an observer on site viewing photos watching film willing or not is to be grateful you are not the victim your blood recording everything to be remembered victims' dried blood must be washed with clean hands in memories' open baskets of language
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Jacqueline Derner Tchakalian, a visual artist and a poet, lives in Woodland Hills, CA. Her poems have appeared inEclipse, So to Speak, California Quarterly, Westward 4and other publications. She was a finalist in the 2010 Tennessee Williams Literary Poetry Contest and the 2007 Conflux Press Artists Book Contest. Previously, she was a co-director of the Valley Contemporary Poets Series and for the Los Angeles Poetry Festival. Her book, The Size of Our Bed, Red Hen Press, was published in 2015.
This poem appeared in the July 2016 issue of Frogpondia.