Thursday, July 07, 2005

Everybody’s place


As Icarus flies overhead, as wax melts and sunbeams burn,

so too do the brutal acts burn our own flesh and kin:

is this the world we, as single soul, must live within?


If even an individual limb becomes torn from our great body,

so too does each single limb on our own frame ache, as if each

sinew and tendon trembles from the wound of a global gash.


As above, so below. And as over there, so here too.

There is nothing separate, nothing new.

That which affects each other affects us all.


The way forward, to transcend, is a global call.

Each thought, step, sacrifice, gets counted: each atrocity

creates a scar upon our species face. This is not the place


nor time for such ancient, archaic understandings.

Life is in transition – our fate is now in position

for a most memorable move. It is everybody’s place.



15.58

7.7.05

The day London was blasted

1 comment:

JoA said...

L O V E