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Ancient Chores

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Ancient Chores

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I imagine

Standing vigil

Is no fun

To be a soldier

On the wall

Even with peers

And a fire

In a brazier

Now and then

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Maybe we

Call out the hours,

Which could keep

Us alert

In counting time

And I guess

The fires should be

Shielded away

From away

So that we might

Look out upon the field

To suss what

Might be stirring

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But then

Comes the dawn

We are there

For the arrival,

Change in shift

Maybe change in orders

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And is this

Holy, set apart

For godly purposes?

Does God arrive

In the dawn,

Apollo in a chariot

As our neighbor

Greeks might say?

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Well, I should

Head back to

The space in which

I live

When I’m at home

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This duty’s

Not so bad

Even as I wonder

Where is God

If in the sun

Or the chill wind

That blows

As if

Another wind

Had never

Crossed the yard

Before

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Marrakesh, Morocco

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Crime

(x = space)

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Crime

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Someone

Went up to her,

Threw acid in her face

Then ran away

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He is at large

To coin a phrase

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Her contact lenses

Melted into her eyes

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She’s nearly blind

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She breathed the acid in

And cannot eat

Solid food

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There is burned flesh

On her face

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What kind of criminal

Would do this?

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I don’t know

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Was it because she is Muslim?

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Hate crime

Is another phrase to coin,

Though as with things we repeat

And render trite,

There is meaning here

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She cannot be the same

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There is pain

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There will be healing

And there will be healing

That can never happen

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Nafiak Ikram and her mom were getting out of the car at their home when a man rushed up to her, threw a caustic liquid at her face and ran off.
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“My whole life changed in a matter of five minutes,” the Hofstra University student said in an interview with WCBS-TV. “We don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.”

“. . . what could I have possibly done to somebody?”

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Earth Day

(x = space)

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Earth Day

(2021)

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And

With Earthlings there

Is a relationship

Dysfunctional and thus

Destructive,

So say

All the tops of trees

Burned

By acid rain

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Earth survives

As it may

And sometimes must

Fight back

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We’re only guessing

But with all the metal satellites

Surrounding,

You’d think we’d know

Earth better than

To ruin it

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Yet we must ask

Victims of hurricanes:

The storm,

The flood that

Take one’s own

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Earth was no friend,

And who is with them

Now?

Earth and Earthers,

I can only hope

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Source of pleasure

Source of pain

(source of profit)

It is our world,

Though we eye another

It is our microcosm

And an old,

Old story

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Moon who watches,

Heaven beyond,

Hell below,

Ten circles in the center

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Everything we know

In the

Cosmic narrative

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Maybe it’s time

To release Cartesian

Orientation,

Since lines really

Do not hold down anything

And are twisted when

New encounters

Overthrow

The old

(which is

discovery)

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Time

To like the Earth

Again and like it better

We should know how

By now

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Satellite over the coast.

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The Bridge to Thursday

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The Bridge to Thursday

(Holy Week)

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It is the middle of Holy Week

Who’s noticing

Who cares

Those huddled in churches

Mouthing with the pastor

Liturgies and litanies

All the holy words

And since it’s near enough

To Lent, there might be no

Communion,

Even practicing for Easter

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Some of the fun churches

(there are those)

Will bless baskets on Saturday;

All sorts of folk with

All sorts of baskets

Containing elements for

Sunday dinner

Will be there

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On the Friday before,

There will veneration

While on Thursday

An official working out

Of some kind

For the Last Supper

And the “maundy” part

Of Maundy Thursday

A command (mandatum)

To love one another,

Good reminder

For starting out the Triduum—

Or the rest

Of one’s

Of a church’s life

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But today is Wednesday

Nothing to see here

Or hear or taste or touch

No smell of

Incense, either

Wednesday doesn’t rate

Another hump day

In the USA,

Anywhere else that arches

The week that way

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Calm before the storm?

Hardly

There are storms, here and there

As happen

(one is brewing

outside the window),

There are the hungry

Who need big pieces of baked bread

And safe water

And more-real food

In order to sit up

Straight in church

For the coming days

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Feed the children

Feed each other

This would make a Wednesday, a

Holy Wednesday in a holy week

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Maastricht, Nederland

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Looks

(x = space)

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Looks

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Pale sky

As if in compromise

To give late-winter earth

A chance to show itself

Turning slowly

Into spring

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Blooming saffrons in the mountains.

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Missing Magic

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Missing Magic

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Well, that was a clutter

Messages, groceries by the door

Coffeemaker, toaster

Mail

And nearly all of it

I slept through

Catching the final beep

From the phone

Signaling that

So many things had happened

In my Prufrock world

I don’t have a peach

And the part is in the middle

I’ve only heard the mermaid sing

In the Disney movie

But there is color outside

And cool air to breathe

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And I shall go

Not

To strive or find

Yes, not

To yield

I doubt there will be a grail,

Either

Or a dragon

And if a dragon, we should

Become acquainted

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at the specialist’s

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at the specialist’s

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hot in here

in here

in here

in here

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room

wool

brain

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I wait

it’s not been long

I met two of them already

this is the quiet part

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quiet waiting room

the specialist’s

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Foreword

(x = space)

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Foreword

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The nuns, the monks

The priests, the holier ones

In red

And all religious

All sectarians gather

As in conclave

Or an untied gathering

In which

To count the final days

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Apocalypse

And who’s to say it’s

Sad?

In the moments after,

There will be denouement

A slide of things

Everything

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Toward peace

In a new heaven—even there,

War have been resolved

The furthest reconciliation

Possible,

Final judgments after

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New Earth for us,

Probably a line drawn

Around pollution

With a prohibition

Understood, agreed upon

That so many things

Will not be done again

In heaven

As on Earth

On Earth in heaven’s

Occupation

With a new story peeled back

From what we were sure was

The back cover

Of our mortal observations

After battles

By the victors

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New story, rather

New book

New storybook

Even God might be surprised

As God is everything

For everything

And we all

Set out together

As at the start of Oz,

After sharing in

As with books

An immortal dedication

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Small Lama

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The Loft

(x = space)

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The Loft

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If quiet into night

I send a word or two words

Or more

Through breath,

Then you might hear me

So that we might turn, at last,

Toward each other

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I’d say all prayers are done

Except the kind that praise

And ask for nothing else

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Night View Mountain

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