You throw off the chains of conscience
and call on us to crush your enemies,
push them down, or blow them away
like the fluffy heads of dandelions.
We are the silence of a knife sliding home,
the howl of Khan’s horsemen,
the whisper of trip wires underfoot,
the song of children with backpacks of bombs.
[This poem refers to “I am all spines and spurs” from “My Life as a Cactus” by Allie Marini Batts.]
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Nancy Priff’s writing has been published in Ruminate Magazine, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Kaleidowhirl, and The Writer’s Chronicle as well as in several anthologies. She has an MFA in creative writing and has received a Fellowship in Literature from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts.