Dear readers,

here you go with the next poem by Michael R. Burch entitled “Frail Envelope of Flesh” and commented as follows by the poet himself:

When I was a young boy, I
was a great fan of comic books, and a collector. My first introduction to the
power of poetry came when an arch-villain screamed “Frail envelope of
flesh!” at a superhero. That memorable phrase stuck with me and many years
later I used it in the poem above. I hope the power of the words will move
people’s hearts for the mothers of Gaza and their beleaguered children. 

 ProMosaik e.V. would like to kindly ask you to read and share the poem to promote empathy and humanity.

Thank you

Dr. phil. Milena Rampoldi
Editorial Team of ProMosaik e.V. 
 

Frail Envelope of Flesh

for the mothers and
children of Gaza

Frail envelope of flesh,
lying cold on the surgeon’s table
with anguished eyes
like your mother’s eyes
and a heartbeat weak, unstable …

Frail crucible of dust,
brief flower come to this—
your tiny hand
in your mother’s hand
for a last bewildered kiss …

Brief mayfly of a child,
to live two artless years!
Now your mother’s lips
seal up your lips
from the Deluge of her tears …