In Every Death
(terrorism)
Before I died
I bathed in blood
Mine and my
Family’s
Should I rise
From this with
What clings
To me
I shouldn’t think
I’d want to
Live
Would you
Explosions knocked
Me down in a
Farce of chaotic
Action
Absurd to think
There’s any
Sense in
Destroying us
This way
Did someone win
I hope not
I hope that we
All lose
Why should we
Have to pay in
Blood for someone
Else’s act
It’s over for me
Now, all the drama
The curtained
Arch falls over
Me
I will miss the
Next act of terror
Tunneled under
Reality, sans
Sense and any
Sanity to play
That is me
And to the actors
This is you
clcouch123 
July 17, 2016 at 4:16 am
You have a really great rhythm in this piece and there is a lot of feeling and anger I think. It’s a powerful piece written extremely well. It’s very fitting for terrorism, the image of “bathing in blood” is gruesome but it really makes you think how awful terrorism is, essentially what the terrorists do and are having us do.Yet, I cannot help but want to tunnel and hide from these acts of viciousness. And the ‘actors’ the terrorists thinking they do this for some justifiable reasons, they hide too. Very deep piece. Impressed.
July 17, 2016 at 4:17 am
*tunnel and hide like you write ( I meant to say).
July 17, 2016 at 9:07 pm
(Got it, thanks.) I do get angry about terrorism. A waste of life that doesn’t really forward any end. The more life taken, the more terrorism loses. And you’re right to note the blood. Sometimes I don’t remember how filled with horror it must be to be there. Tunneling is a sensible reaction. I can relate to that. It does seem to me, as you say, that the actors hit then run and hide again. What can this accomplish? How can this forward a cause when the reactions overall are negative? I don’t see how earning the wrath of the world will garner a new state. And each victim dies in loss and, I’d imagine, fear. Waste. Still angry. trying to be hopeful. Thank you for your thoughtful and heart-filled response.
July 18, 2016 at 10:11 am
Yes, brother. No one wins, everyone loses. Lives becoming mere casualties, real breathing humans just becoming part of the rising death toll. It’s.. no words. no words.
July 19, 2016 at 12:36 am
I hadn’t thought so clearly that in death we lose the words. No one can create them or receive them. When all have died, words will have died. Profound, sister. In love, as you say elsewhere, we must struggle so the human world survives.
July 19, 2016 at 2:57 am
Yes. That is so true. Words will be worthless once none can create it and none can receive it anymore. We must fight for our survival. But fight with love.
July 19, 2016 at 6:13 pm
Fight with love. Good fight. The best. Thanks for saying it this way, sister. (While we still have words!)