Thursday, October 5, 2017
Carnage: A Requiem
There are imprints left on the land;
Deep grief and pain.
I see this, feel this, hear the sounds of tears sometimes…
It overwhelms me;
Took until my teens to realize not every feels the
The agony of others misery;
Past, present, future…
Within the cities
Frustration and anger
Wear the pathos of children’s lives,
Unable to thrive in daily fear;
Heard acutely in my heart, in my body, tears in my art.
Over the western plains one day,
I just cried for the vain
Fragments of feeling left on the land
Filled with deep mourning…
The ghosts of the people, animals
Land, now devoid of life
For few shrubs can grow in grief.
The silent emotions,
I know them as my own,
I can almost touch the poignant memories.
They are so loud, so clear,silent
Songs of sorrow.
Unfelt by many
Still seep into the unconscious
And filter into lives unknowingly;
Harm us all.
I am trying to verbalize,
What went weeping
Those unswift deaths,
All the lives stolen
By history, by conquest, by the madness of violence.
Fresh and old,
Blood lies still on the land.
In the stokes of human gain;
Others died, lived and left a terrible pain
Saturated into our suffering earth.
Our World Mother grieves.
As I do,
And anyone that can hear this carnage, still
Speaking so loudly into the silence.