Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Hard Work


It should be hard
to watch others suffer.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Song: Angels in the Snow
after Villon

Fathers shape their sons
Angels in the snow.
Children wave their arms,
Leaving on the white
Ground their body's charms,
Dreaming of safe flight.
Under soldiers' guns
Camera crews show
Mothers on the run.

But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?

Do they flock in rows
For water, firewood, food,
Then scatter when a sniper's
Bullet ricochets,
Or have they become ciphers
Buried in mass graves?
Answers nations know
Fuel this bitter feud:
Blood snows upon snow.

But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?

Will this taste of blood
From ethnic murderers
Be carried by the snows
That reach to Arkansas?
Reluctantly we close
Borders and withdraw
Blessings, to keep us good
Technocrat voyeurs
Bathed in angels' blood.

But where do they go,
The snows of Sarajevo?
Where do all the angels
go?

[one of my old poems from the 1980's]
Dr. Mike