Ellen Vergales

Plea

Silently I dance
Across the forbidden asphalt
In rhythm and in step
Upon the ground I prance

Through the thicket
Of a fox’s game
The cunning and curious
Stop at the sound of your shame

I listen to your plea of words
Hearing only what counts
On the stallion of your speech
You quietly dismount


Beating Drums

Such immense depth
Portrayed as shallow
Beats the steady drum
Whose echoes are hollow

The beats heavy and sturdy
Surround all caught in the drift
Sounds muffled by water
Our uncertainty lifts

Plain truth becomes foggy
As our thoughts lose breath
What once was known well
Becomes victim of theft

Dance steps to the calling
Create such an allure
Misguided arrows now stray
Before aimed straight and sure

Now pierced and scared
Scream out in fierce pain
Others move around a cry of help
Ignoring their burning shame

Captivity fights at the lock
Spreading wound will bleed
Bystanders so hungry
The eagerly feed

Red enters the bodies
Watch them squirm and cringe
Breaking open the souls
Who held on by one hinge

A village has fallen
No more bricks they can lend
The beats are now silenced
But the drums won’t end

{Poetry by Ellen Vergales}