Come, look for ruins.
Find them, of course ~ over time,
They tell our story.
Month: September 2011
Chernobyl
Restricted, Wormwood –
Intact ruins ~ abandoned –
Herds moving, freely.
Riverside
In stark Stalingrad –
Troops become one ~ with the dust –
Uneasy closeness.
Nature’s Bulldozer
This curious thing:
A wall of white, approaching –
We are in retreat.
Ice wall advancing –
Erasing past and future –
The road not taken.
Ice melts, retreating-
Concrete eskers, black morraines –
Ruins, roads ~ ground ~ dust.
Melt waters, flowing –
Red bricks, lining fresh cold streams –
The deepest of clean.
[There is nothing new under the Sun]
He’s by the river –
Unaware, of detail, past –
The salmon, returned.
The Second Tower
The Second went in –
We watched it on live TV –
and everything changed.
Real-time, slow motion –
History before our eyes –
Like a big movie.
Very few wounded –
Grey dust, choking ~ engulfing –
Choice without choice: Jump.
September blue skies –
Go black, an eclipse ~ darkness –
Skyline is changing.
Ghosts emerging ~ White –
After the roar, silence, ‘cept –
Uncertain sirens.
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The First Tower
Ruins, in mid air –
Later cleared away ~ all pieces –
Timeless imagery.
Big things are pulled down –
Evil men act, in strange thoughts –
The Good will rebuild.
Debris, falling slow –
We don’t want it to happen –
but it’s live, it’s news.
Transience ~ who knows?
When he leaves in the morning –
Kiss him, kiss goodbye.
Long lines donating –
Unheard of blood-groups emerge –
We are together.
Respite
Moving through ruins –
Room by room, and floor by floor –
Broken glass ~ wind keens.
We’ve taken the hue –
Of this city’s dust ~ greyscape –
on our young faces.
Enemy unseen –
This, wearing on our senses –
Shush, sudden death lurks…
Let’s rest by a wall –
Read a letter ~ share a smoke –
Darkness is falling.
~
Big fires are burning –
Orange tinged sky ~ in the cold –
We keep out of sight.
[We cast no shadows]
Martin cracks a joke –
In utter fatigue ~ laughter –
Moment of respite.
It’s my watch tonight –
but the lads each help, in turn ~
together, ’till light.
Moving through ruins –
One block at a time ~ slowly –
’tis for you, we fight.
Kiss
Your ruinous lips –
Of bright Tyrian purple –
Commanding a kiss.
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