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ides of December (3 poems)

The Earth Is Not Round

(x = space)

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The Earth Is Not  Round

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Four thousand dead

In Turkey and in Syria

From earthquake

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Do we understand

How many?

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We could say

We could lost more in the Towers,

But do we understand

What that means

Save for being there?

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And if there,

How far could we see?

How far would our eyes

And ears

And hands—our

Spirits allow?

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The bodies piled here,

Now there:

Who understands?

And yet it happens,

All this happens—neither

Is done forever

Or for good

(that is a play on words)

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We need to know we can

Step back—that

It is all right, the stepping back

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As for disasters

We go in,

The brave go in,

Bags and boxes

Literal, awful

And sad treatments

That assuage

And do not heal

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Still, many will be saved

And perhaps there is a plan

For the next time

To forestall the next time:

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Real homes and towns,

Walls that bounce

And have a chance

To remain

And keep the mortal lives

Inside

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I don’t have these perspectives,

Though I have come

To certain places

After:

Sometimes generations

Yet in need of fixing

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Mostly, though,

The blood and gore

Have been my own

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I do worse with yours

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C L Couch

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Turkey and Syria earthquake: race to find survivors as death toll passes 6,000 and hundreds of thousands seek shelter – latest

The Guardian via MSN, 11 minutes ago (12:24 EDT)

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/turkey-and-syria-earthquake-race-to-find-survivors-as-hundreds-of-thousands-seek-shelter-and-death-toll-passes-5000-latest/ar-AA17bdhM

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(I wrote this morning after sleeping with the news last night)

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Photo by Parker Johnson on Unsplash

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Plane Crash in Nepal

(x = space]

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Plane Crash in Nepal

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preamble

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And if you think of other planes

Dimensions, even

Torn and torn apart

I think you’re tragically

Correct

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story

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If you’ve ever seen

A landing in Nepal

(I saw one, recorded)

Then you saw

How steep

How brief

A perilous experience

Considered normal

Was there sudden wind

Inside the mountains

Of Himalaya?

Was there ennui

Among the pilots

Who got too used to doing this?

Was there worse

Or better

Doesn’t matter

To the loss of life

That’s final on this side

And for us

All the keening

And investigating

A place of peril

On a good day

This was not a good day

It was a horror

Out of normalcy

We like to think plane landings

Are ho-hum

Not a terror

The humdrum fabric

On the loom

Ripped apart

The frames of bodies

Broken

Flung and sung away

For furies

Or other agencies

Who mission is to surprise death

Out of our ordinary

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This was ordinary

Leisure

Otherwise, uninteresting

Now the count

The cost

The loss

The news

Prayers lining up through ages

A horrible new age

Unending sorry

Ending

Beginning

Some kind of cycle no one

Wants to live through

And live through

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C L Couch

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Photo by Rahul Lal on Unsplash

The Other Side of Himalays

Pokhara, Nepal

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In Kabul

(x = space)

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In Kabul

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Nine hundred twenty dead

Early counting

Now over a thousand

In Kabul

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The Taliban has asked

With urgency

For aid

The people in the city

Are receiving help

From local sources

People, groups

And from outside Afghanistan

Organizations

Other nations

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So many dead

The faithful will mourn

Accept

The will of God

While they mourn

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C L Couch

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KABUL, Afghanistan (AP) — A powerful earthquake struck a rural, mountainous region of eastern Afghanistan early Wednesday, killing at least 920 people and injuring 600 others in the deadliest temblor…Read More

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Photo by farin sadiq on Unsplash

Kabul, Afghanistan

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Gambia

(x = space)

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Gambia

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Most of the victims

Came from Gambia,

Which is in

Africa

So if you’re not in the Bronx

Or hip to Africa

Or a citizen of the world,

You might think

Nothing to do with me

(with you)

But like the car tracks

In a race,

The threads around a badge,

The scuffs on any old thing

That’s round,

Well,

There is connection

The relationships go on

The consequences

Shared

The human race enlivened

Or withered

By what we do

What we think

You and me

Right now

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Let’s look up Gambia

And follow news about

The fire in the Bronx

That killed

So many

New Yorkers

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God take them home

While we mourn and

Work it out here

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C L Couch

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New York Bronx fire a ‘shock in our country’ Gambia ambassador says

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Fire on the river coast, Autumn

Photo by Egor Vikhrev on Unsplash

Ivanovo, Россия

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The Rabbi Walked Out

The Rabbi Walked Out

 

I want to call it Thursday

Penultimate weekday

Some extra breathing

Room for action

‘Til the weekend mind take over

 

Issues realized

The work week

The weekend

Take the children from the factory

It’s taken ages,

And we still have a ways to go

For these

With older evils—slavery,

Sex work

The companies that say

You do not matter

We will use you ‘til you’re done

And then some more

Then forget you were ever here

 

We’re civilized, we say

But it’s a rounded apex

On a shifting base

Where evils

Slide like scorpions

Ancient riddles

We have left unanswered

While those of us who could

Have climbed

Set flags

And hope that they will stand

Until we’re gone

 

For the rest who stay

One generation to the other

Today should be the day

We stay for freedom

Fight

Start a resistance

Ask for help

Steal the technology for reaching

Count the cost

Each one has value

Lose until we’ve won

 

C L Couch

 

 

(the Rabbi mystery series by Harry Kemelman)

 

Photo by Marie Bellando-Mitjans on Unsplash

Jewish Museum, Berlin, Germany

 

https://www.jmberlin.de/en/shalekhet-fallen-leaves

 

Spray-Painted World

Spray-Painted World

 

Victims get so tired,

And they cannot sleep

 

They have night enough to say

To themselves, who wants it

Where is the day that offers

Vitamins and company with

Expressions on faces we can see?

Beaten from outside

Or deep within

One might be a consequence of

The other

How to find the lowest rung

When certain clouds and darkness

Have an agenda to obliterate

All hope in rising,

I don’t know

As in I can’t guarantee

I can say try, try it to myself as well

Dodge the stroke of perpetration

Push away the smoke,

Ignore the mirrors

Rise above ignominy and presupposed

Punishment from sin that

Circulates, unclaimed, looking for a

Target

(while we’re made of adhesive

you know the childish insult)

Turn a better word to action

Reach for the saving step

To start

It’s there

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash

Just Mad

 

Clytemnestra

Clytemnestra

(Homer, Aeschylus)

 

Agamemnon

Leader of the Greek forces

That went to war against Troy

He won a victory

He sacrificed his daughter for safe passage

From a god

And brought a prophet back to Greece

As a trophy and a mistress

The antique word and calling, concubine

 

His wife would dominate the next act

In a drama of her own

In which he would finally become the victim

The real accomplishment he’d earned

 

C L Couch

 

 

By Travelling Runes – https://www.flickr.com/photos/travellingrunes/2949254926/, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10603596

The Mykonos vase (750 to 650 BC), with one of the earliest known renditions of the Trojan Horse. (Note the depiction of the faces of hidden warriors shown on the horse’s side.)

 

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