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I wrote this two years ago


How many? They're all asking today,
How many dead in the shadow of the World Trade Center,
how many in Bhopal, how many in Iraq?
And does it add up to a figure that makes sense?
Does it let us point and say "that's why,"
and wipe our hands of dust,
and go back to our homes and jobs and ideologies?

Or does it overwhelm the scales, smash them,
and stand before us refusing to be ignored,
and pointing its bony digit back at us?
Does it say Enough! and rend
the tidy divisions of hatred,
and force us to contend with ourselves,
        naked, raw, and hurting
        confused and loving
        and so very finite and alone?

The door stands open, but our minds fill in
what's on the other side, and we resist,
in all the clever, desperate ways we know,
learned in a millennium of strategies,
the unknown thing outside:
the death, the freedom, the sun

Will we fling bodies at that door,
and rubble and rhetoric and meaning,
cover it with flags and tanks and bombs
and holy books, until we no longer hear
(in the whistling of the wind)
the voices of those we've lost,
beckoning us on?

Will we bury ourselves in work and song and laughter --
the temporary joys of the survivors --
until we no longer touch the blade of grass in wonder
that it's not crying too?

How many? They never asked,
How many lives hidden in their own rubble,
carefully preserved, so as not to waste them?
How many of these lives fade on exposure,
crumble, blow like dust across the earth,
when shown into the sun?
How many are preserved, against a future
not of their own making?

Funny how they say the old ones
are better attuned to death. I accepted it
when young. But now I fear it:
Not the ceasing of the body,
But the accumulation of withdrawls.

Comments

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dawnd
Sep. 11th, 2003 10:51 am (UTC)
Thank you for sharing this.
ex_serenejo
Sep. 11th, 2003 11:06 am (UTC)
Funny how they say the old ones
are better attuned to death. I accepted it
when young. But now I fear it:
Not the ceasing of the body,
But the accumulation of withdrawls.


*gasp*

Thank you.
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