The Russia Plane

The Russia Plane

I’m so sorry

And in this I do not care about

Antipathy between governments

And generations’ leaders

Loss of life from Russia

The choir, the humanitarian

Anyone from any place of any kind

Or backing

Agenda no longer counts save

Mother Russia weeping

Fill the holes in churches and

In agnostic circles

With salt water from our tears

And Black Sea depths

C L Couch

http://www.cnn.com/2016/12/25/asia/russian-military-jet-disappears/index.html?utm_source=digg&utm_medium=email

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I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that. I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.) I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher

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Gradmama2011
December 27, 2016 at 8:15 pm

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well phased, thought-provoking poem about the loss of lives in the Russian aircraft crash. How true that only the human hurt matters in such cases.

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mandibelle16
December 29, 2016 at 3:25 am

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This was such a tragedy. Perhaps all the more because their beautiful singing inspires other people in their country. I don’t know if living there is always such a happy place because of the gov’t. So it’s especially sad. But maybe death is always sad. I think so.

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