Thursday, July 07, 2005

Thinking of our English friends!

He thinks he can bring down
all giants with his slingshot,
so he tamps powder tight
into bombs nightly, recites
a litany of hate as his evening
prayer, tells himself all who
are not him or like him
are evil, laughs while
the rest of the world mourns.
This terrorist...this hero
of Dante's Ninth Circle.
His feet are already ablaze.



For all victims of terrorism everywhere,
and, most especially, our English friends, this day.

12 comments:

tammy said...

His feet are ablaze and nothing, not even our tears, can extinguish the fire. I just hope that our thoughts, our words, your words, can provide a blanket of comfort for the victims to wrap around their weary shoulders (or as a shroud to cover the burned bodies). My heart is heavy.

Pris said...

Mine, too, Tammy. I alternate between tears and outrage.

crisis said...

I lived in London until 2003. I remember being in demonstrations with Londoners who knew this was going to happen if Blair was up for bombing the Middle East. It's really sad when a Government doesn't give a shit about its own population and exposes them to this misery. Respect to those suffering.

Rae Pater said...

Those poor people in London, how terrible for them.
We watched on the news till late last night/early this morning.

Pris said...

I know, Rae. Such senseless killings.

Michael Parker said...

Poignant poem, Pris. My heart is in your sentiments displayed therein.

On another note, are you in the path of hurricane Dennis?

Pris said...

Thanks, Michael..Hurricane Dennis?? I best check the weather. Egads.

AnnMarie Eldon said...

found this at cafe cafe so thanks for this and here...

I am only just outside London in the beautiful countryside but everything is so tiny here...

my kids' father was in London and he had to walk frommeeting to meeting and then a friend rang him and they had to walk miles to his car and then all the motorways were closed so I don't know if he even got home yet

the kids were really worried about their dad but he is fine but he eventually got through to say London was closed virtually

the emergency people did an incredible job...

people are traumatised

this is a tiny country and it was terrible to watch events unfold - but my belief is we can rise above all this

my thoughts and prayers are with those who are suffering - some terrible injuries and people have witnessed horrible scenes

but we have to always always count blessings

there are thundery clouds the nasturtiums are dayglo orange the fields are ripening - most of the trains were back working within hours even though those workers had to sift for forensics and so on

I pray for those who suffer

I pray for those who hate

thanks for the poem

AnnMarie

AnnMarie Eldon said...

ps

lovely blog - will link you to mine

AM

Pris said...

Anne Marie
I didn't realize you were near London. Yes, the impact all over the country has to be tremendous! When the towers went here, even though we're larger, the impact was huge. I had lived near Manhattan and seen the towers to from girders to finished buildings, had been to the top, had some sense of the mass of people who were in that building.

I'm glad everyone you know is okay. I'm thinking of you. Yes, I would like to link my blog to yours, too. I love your poetry.

Pris

Berenice said...

I heard of the bombings the day after they happened. I sat in the back of a taxi, on my way back from an idyllic camping trip, and listened to my brother and the driver talking. My heart sank. We have been here before. B xx

Pris said...

Yes, it was a horror!