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June 2021

Extraordinary Contract

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Extraordinary Contract

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And should there be

Devotion

Not for a deal

Though “if my people”

Sounds that way

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But simply for love

There shall be healing

In the land

In the hearts of waves

And inside trees

And inside us

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It sounds as if there’s

A contract

I suppose our avatars

Could act as agents

Though what creators

Might be needing

I can’t say,

Though gods have died,

We tell each other

For the lack

Of followers

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Thus happened to Apollo,

Artemis,

Hephaestus

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Creators need creations

Is that it?

Is that what’s to be believed?

If so, we bring material

To the table

In ourselves

For negotiation

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A mingling of mortality

With divinity,

Flesh with spirit

Not Nephilim

But honestly

Our callings come together

So that there is today

And a promise of

The next day and the next

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Flesh and spirit

Bargain of the ages

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C L Couch

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After German reunification, the Neue Wache was rededicated as the “Central Memorial of the Federal Republic of Germany for the Victims of War and Dictatorship.” The sculpture (by Käthe Kollwitz) shows a Mother with her Dead Son. The pietà-style sculpture is directly placed under the oculus, and so is exposed to the rain, snow and cold of the Berlin climate, symbolizing the suffering of civilians during World War II.

Photo by Marie Bellando-Mitjans on Unsplash

Neue Wache, Berlin, Germany

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Greenwood

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Greenwood

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Pleasant name, pleasant place,

I’m sure

But a hundred years ago

The neighborhood was burning,

Smoldering, ruining

Owners gone or rounded up, arrested,

And confined

And it would take a hundred years

To talk about at all,

At all well

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A campaign of hours,

One side had more guns

And a pretense of law enforcement

That on other days

Might have worked fine

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But now

So many deputized

Self-deputized

More simply self-righteous

Took aim, fired

Then burned buildings,

One of the first of them a church

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Were they prideful,

The Greenwood people?

Did they enjoy their luxury?

A colony of prosperity

In what turned out to be

Enemy-occupied land,

Though they had helped

To fight the war

Against the worst

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Say what you will,

There is relief in owning something

And despair when it is taken—maybe

You know the feeling

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So many who lost more

And life as more

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And had evidence

Of their lives

Buried without markings,

Without marking the

Rage and guilt

That killed them

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But it’s in such a pleasant

Place

And the neighborhood so

Pleasantly named,

Imbued with rest

That someday will return

To those who know it best for

Want,

For dreaming

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C L Couch

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Photo by Hayden Scott on Unsplash

Tulsa, OK

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City Of Tulsa To Resume Search For Possible Mass Graves At Oaklawn Cemetery (news9.com)

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