Not Knowing Your Cause


You are the wrongfully accused,
I am a Jew from America.
I know you. Always disbelieved
because you are born wrong
in a dangerous time.
I know what your true martyrdom is,
not what you think. All of us
pretending to live in freedom

will one day thank you.
We never really wanted freedom,
to be free is to be frightened.
But you will salvage what

we enjoy of it. You will
be punished for us, perhaps die
martyred, not even
knowing your cause.

When justice
finally descends,
you will be permitted your voice
and we all will speak.





When James Bond shoots him

and he lays on the ground
with his spiffy casual pants
and sporty shirt,
the stars come oozing out.

We cut our ties with him,
Contracts and vows
nullify and void.
saying see, we will no longer share
and reality will slightly fade.

A biography
like the veins on a leaf
comes flowing out,
the material of memories
breaks up. Ingredients slide into holes in the soil.



Samina Malik

I am not a terrorist

she says
at least not yet
and I have the right
to make crimes
in my mind.
About the Poet


Don has previously published a dozen volumes of poetry, his first in 1996, not counting the experiments with self publishing under the name “Enthalpy Press.” He spent a lot of his young adult life hawking books and learning the meaning of vanity. His poetry has appeared in numerous periodicals and has been translated into Chinese for distribution abroad. Don is a habitue of the poetry forum network and has received first prize in the Interboard competition. He calls himself a phenomenological poet, devoted to exact description of experience. His poems reflect the transitions in his life. He currently lives in New York after spending half his adult life in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada.