Arts of the Earth
Last verse of four verse poem
Etudes 4 (Après Arvo Part – Stabat Mater for Choir and String Orchestra)
Earth is burning
my heart is crying
Earth is in flames
and there are not enough tears
to put the flames out
Earth is burning
my heart breaks
Earth is burning
There are no tears left.
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“All secrets of past tense have just come my way,
but I still don’t know what I’m going to do
next.”
Richard Brautigan
Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt.
Men are walking on the moon today,
planting their footsteps as if they were
zucchini in a dead world
while over 3,000,000 people starve to death
every year on a living one.
Earth
July 20, 1969
Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt
Richard Brautigan.
Cae’r Blaidd or ‘field of the wolf’.
The last wolf died in this place
but the hour of the wolf remains
and the wolves call for us, call for you
calling haunting us with their calling
calling for us over and over again
It is the time when we cross over
as some people say of the passing away
in the early hours when coldness
an imperceptible drop in temperature
loosens our will, loosens our grip on life
and the wolf crosses with us too
it has nowhere else to go after all.
A time we no longer speak of
the easing of souls young and old
the hour of the wolf remains taboo.
It is a way with our family at this time
that we sit in vigil, a candle burning
talk of remembrance, of memories
of life and the sadness of leaving.
But whatever we say the wolf remains
at the door until our time comes too.
And the wolf patiently waits for the hour,
waits at the door to call as it must do.
Published in The Learned Pig 2017
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a place that you will remember
Auschwitz
