More war. And yet I have faith in us to see it and choose something else. This video is a good one, and if it goes away, here's the link to "Bombs" by Faithless.
And here's the 3rd of the poems from April 11th's news:
#10. Wake
The elements have gone bitter—fire
to ash, air to smoke, earth to split flesh,
blood to rust water. A man’s sick mother
dies and there is no safe place to grieve,
the way home blocked by burning trucks, burning
bodies in the street. Still the son goes out
for groceries—cardamom and raisins,
a live sheep for slaughter. Ordinary,
the tastes of loss. Mourners come in singly.
Any clutch of men will look like soldiers,
though these friends gather in the garden
to smoke, to pray. Explosions near the house
cut short the wake on this ordinary
day. Bullets in the kitchen walls. Time runs out.
4/13/07
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