Amina Kilgore Hall - Poetry Reading 2006 - 2007
The Joint Chiefs
The joint chiefs are stirring,
their blood, coarsing with hope
and justice.
They wake and recognize.
The joint chiefs can see
around corners.
They are the warmed up droplets
of water coarsing through the
iceberg, picking up water droplets
melting the freeze.
Heart of a lion,
They commence.
Amina Kilgore Hall
