I'm not sure that I can howl
though certainly there are dread events
disembowelling enough to summon Munch's scream
horror piles up in numbers
dates, head counts, ages
and then little by little the faces appear
life-like captures that froze time into a smile
en famille, festive fun, ignorant of what is to come
what terms then can we come to?
to make peace with the unfathomable?
a pact with the devil?
dare I say grief is akin to an October leaf?
a brisk detachment when the wind lets loose
that sudden and brutal impact with earth
the stalk forever reaching back
now multiply that in knee-deep leaf litter
are we any wiser in comprehension?
are we any closer to each other?
With yesterday’s mass murderous events in Las Vegas at the forefront of our minds, Magaly @ the Imaginary Garden asks us to ‘howl our poetry into my bones’ for the Tuesday Platform.
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