Harambe
Hold anger around
Visit with the silverbacks
To promise mourning
Sanctuary
Because one is still
Does not mean that one is safe—
Life in one cell is open to
Mutation, loss of parts, disease;
Life within a prison cell
Suffers from same dangers
In detention and in
Isolation
(Even with others in proximity),
Under death-order and maybe death-
Watch;
How,
Fixed under a demon’s yoke
Whose cause is politics,
Who for an idea
Has been taken out
Of actual existence?
Toward the Southern Pole
(Closer than most of us will
Get), there is a Russian Orthodox
Church—
Ten bodies with ten souls within
May worship;
The rest know that the church is
There:
Triptychs of spirit and of hope
Inside
At the end of the world,
Where there is likelihood
Of living through oppression
Wrought by nature or assignment.
What sanctuary in the prison cell,
Where trapped mind and abandoned
Spirit are closed maybe for a
Final time,
Where fear
The only inner company?
Andy awaits
Release of one kind or
Another.
http://www.ekklesia.co.uk/node/23100
Kidnapped Briton spends 700th day in illegal detention
A British man who is held under sentence of death in Ethiopia has spent his 700th day in unlawful detention, after he was kidnapped and rendered to the country by Ethiopian forces in 2014.
Promise to Tame and Wild
The manatee, the tapir,
And the platypus are
Abducted
The black-and-white
Ursus of China cannot
Find bamboo to eat
And the smaller one
Inhabiting wild Australia
Needs eucalyptus more
And more from us
What are we doing?
We make captive that
Which impulsively is
Unaware of borders
Save maybe the divine
We slew the passenger
Birds that only send
Messages now as
Phantoms (I’ve seen
The statue)
We tame, we kill—a
Time for everything
The brave dog who
Saved the children of
Nome (I’ve seen that
Statue, too)
How about time for
Leaving what’s created
Not by us in better
Care, surrendering
Our Eden-promise, if
Need be,
Rather to leave alone
What we cannot care
For with respect for
Great and small
Ask Any Soldier
“When your friend
Gets killed, part of you
Gets killed”
A testimony and
Remembrance for
USA Memorial Day
Which I can only
Guess is right since
I have friends gone
In other ways, and
They and those parts
Of me yet feel lost
To lose through war
When targets seem
A random strategy:
Colors, shapes, tribes
On a map or guessed
At over a hill
Loss of life or partial
Life must feel
The height of
Unselected cruelty
On a pillar of
Senselessness
If a citizen salute
Might count, then
Listen to one
Expressing in
Tribute to
Patriot sacrifice
And personal
Complexity in
Service
Thanks is not enough,
So memory is offered
And legacy of
Better nations
C L Couch
(quotation from the AHC channel)
Neighbor House Afire
I saw the newspaper article:
It looked like someone else’s
News
But it happened to them
Before newspaper-reading,
I received the message;
Something caught fire in
Their garage then, needing
Room, the fire flexed
Garage gone now—the car,
Too, the house and who
Knows what else damaged
Fire out, three days now
Insurance is good, my friends
Tell me
All are well; the cats were
Rescued first by the one
Human who was home
Now in alternative shelter,
Plans by all in unison are
Made (except the cats who
Make their own), even while
Breathing takes over again
Pray for my friends—they’re
Raw in crisis
And I won’t presume to know
All that they need
Psalm 45
singing this song for you
I don’t mean to sing about the
Other, compelling as that value is
I don’t mean a covered-over me,
Secret subject I would rather
Talk about
I mean you, first—my friend,
Lover, maker, and my better
Half (so to say) except that you
Are all
Now, secondly, to you, who you
Are extended from the words
Were it not for you, there would
Be none of this
For all you are and what you are
Not
The rest is not silence (should
Shakespeare wonder), not if
There’s Interacting
We are at this moment closer to
The one who, all-relating, started
The first process, requiring more
Than one
Red Sky at Morning
The Coast Guard claims
dangerous waters off the
coastlands of Northern
California
The Guard is right, of
course—and will that alter
our decisions for safety
sake
Well, I can hope so
But it seems to me that
warnings of danger mean
a challenge, a contest
to some,
even an extraordinary
holiday from which some
shall not return after
A last holiday—for some,
not me, too appealing
Fatima, Medjugorje
When Mary appears,
The sky dances
Circles of light and faith
Are made
First for children
There are those who
Doubt, which doesn’t
Matter (though the
Doubters matter)
God loves them, and
Maybe God’s mother will
Visit them sometime
And if you don’t believe
I love you, still
Maybe we’ll all gather
At Guadalupe where
Grown-ups can see
Her, if innocent enough
Though I’m never sure
If that means me
Better Kilig
for Rosema
my friends in Tagalog
tell me that kilig means
tingling anticipation
right before sensation
and then the sensation,
too
a good word revealing
prospects of all kinds
of pleasure
God invented this, you
know—and if thinking
about God and pleasure
seems out of sorts to
you,
then let’s re-think
pleasure
Rosema is A Reading Writer,
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