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December 2018

Revenant

Revenant

(Advent or anytime)

 

This is my country now

We brutalize the families

At the border

And the young who attack them

We can remember what

This did to us in Viet Nam

If we want to

The enemy had wrecked the families

First, and then we had

To finish its work

It was strategy

What is this?

What child is this?

 

For every war we cause with someone

Small,

We make it harder for the Christ child

Or any child

Any family

To come here

 

C L Couch

 

 

Reuters

This photograph by @Reuters shows the United States of America firing tear gas at women and children.

 

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Silent Mortal Flesh

Silent Mortal Flesh

(Advent or any beginning)

 

It’s a mystery

A season

Then eternity

Each day feels eternal, doesn’t it?

The hours move, and we are here

Sometimes there is pleasure

Sometimes there is a burden

They are a gift, though it can be hard

To feel that,

That show a part of what’s to come

But there’s so little to know

For sure

 

What can we be sure of?

That we are here and we were made

We got here somehow, even if it

Seems sensible to call it random

Random is

Part of the mystery, too

 

So many days

So many people

How can Earth bear it all?

But it does

Time, too, that seems to

Draw the seasons out

And give them passage

Through channels of sameness

And difference

 

Someday we’ll know

A mystery like dye removed

From food or fabric

But maybe in a still and quiet hour

In an empty room

 

Let this season start

It’s what we’ve had

It will be new

 

Ponder what is here

And what is descending

Not like something falling

An apple dropped from a tower

But like a bird

Fast or slow

Surely to the ground

 

Begin transacting with the Earth

Whose vibrations in return

Will resonate with who we are

And what we have.

Like mystery,

And, like

Mystery, letting the new season change us

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh

(in memoriam of Enkidu)

 

There is no justice

The gods cannot reveal

Who deserves to live

And who must die

They are not strong

Their fickle weakness

One way the wind blows, now the other

There is nothing to rely on

No mercy

No respect

No consideration

 

Rank and merit have no meaning

I am king

And hero

And I could not save my friend

The one I found and fought

And from whom I learned

That to be a god

One should be human, first

Then with both natures

Understand the world, at last

 

My heart is severed from the rest

My mind burns

With fire:

Regret, loss, shame

Lack of understanding

With nothing

Nothing

I may do

Though I would cleave infinity

Face the worst beast I have yet to meet

More so than the Beast of Heaven

With no sword

But with my soul, alone

For my friend’s return

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Anonymous (Mesopotamia) – Walters Art Museum: Home page  Info about artwork, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18784557

Early Middle Assyrian cylinder seal impression dating between 1400 and 1200 BC, showing a man with bird wings and a scorpion tail firing an arrow at a griffin on a hillock. A scorpion man is among the creatures Gilgamesh encounters on his journey to the homeland of Utnapishtim.

(Wikipedia text, “Gilgamesh”)

 

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