Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Blood and Lead - James Fenton

Listen to what they did.
Don't listen to what they said.
What was written in blood
Has been set up in lead.

Lead tears the heart.
Lead tears the brain.
What was written in blood
Has been set up again.

The heart is a drum.
The drum has a snare.
The snare is in the blood.
The blood is in the air.

Listen to what they did.
Listen to what's to come.
Listen to the blood.
Listen to the drum.

Actions speak louder than words.  Maybe we ought to listen.  But as we never seem to, wars continue, and lead continues to tear our hearts and brains apart.  What happened once will happen again, and it is always what's to come, it seems.  The lead.  The war drums.  The way our blood quickens in conflict and flows, and then we eulogize it with words and promise to be better but never are.  What a magnificent poem.  Hopefully one day we learn to listen.

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