ides of December
(3 poems)
north time
(5:42 a.m.)
still so dark
still
so dark
remembering that it’s blue
is
all
practicing memory of daytime as
it’s
taken away
creeps back with the solstice
yet
we believe it is brief time
with
victory enough
in
enduring days
again
again like these
to the north
to
the far south
prayer while frankly things are bad
(though regardless could be daily)
God
please
forgive me
help me
in
your timing
I know
though endurance with some endings
along the way
would
really serve
you know
and
of course
you do
you love
you know
you help
and if invisible while suffering
is real
and so there seems a differences
help me in this
to undeceive my senses
to
that the paradox of evidence unseen
and even
life by death
is
understood
and with embraces
here
nonetheless looking elsewhere
is it
forward or more directions
fully everywhere
at last
the past few days at Brown and in Sydney
(and the other places)
to have lost someone through murder
to have lost a child
a lover
or a friend
or to know there is an absence
a gap in what we knew
with health
was
a totality of presence
school of learners
place where faithful gather
any place that should
be easy to walk
through
where normal then became
punishing
insane
so much innocence
and
cowardice
not perfection in the victims
maybe worse for being any
one of
us
walking
breathing
now the smallest valley
sliced
in smooth land
where we had been walking even
if
absently yet
side by side
now only gone
and
in way that was horror and
now
how must we remaining
get on
because we must
we’re called
to
and we must call ourselves
and yet
to face all there is to face
to look within
then
at the world
in
what must be a teary way and then
once scoured
from
the empty place
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At about 4:20 p.m. on a cold Rhode Island Saturday, a message from Brown University flashed up on cellphones all over campus — everyone should run or take cover from an active shooter.
Hours later, horror erupted again, on the other side of the globe, as two gunmen sprayed bullets into a Hanukkah celebration on iconic Bondi Beach in Sydney.
At Brown, two students were killed and nine others were injured. At least 15 people died at Bondi Beach, and more than three dozen remain in the hospital.
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(CNN)
photo by Nikola Johnny Mirkovic on Unsplash
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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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Photo by Rahul Lal on Unsplash
The Other Side of Himalays
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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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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
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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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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
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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
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(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
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
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Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash
Just Mad
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
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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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