Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Qana by James Scully
Qana
where the wedding was
where water turned to wine
where the best was saved
for last
shsh they're trying to sleep
in the dark wood
of dreamless dreaming--
coughing farting snoring sighing
turning over
where the wedding was
the rolling storm
that is not a storm
flies over
it doesn't feel much
to drop the bomb--
a slight bump
under the wing
the thing is done--
their deaths
like little yapping dogs
rush out
into the nerve-endings of the universe
the bodies stay put,
impossibly still
so it was said in school
Macbeth doth murder sleep--
with so much life to kill
there's no room for sleep
in Qana
where the wedding was
those who sleep, die
the future of sleep
is buried alive
in Qana where the wedding was
the murdered in their sleep
wake just long enough to die
to become the woods
where the wedding was...
they are on the move now,
which is impossible
these impossible dead
growing out of their deaths
into an army of trees
by James Scully
(with thanks to Richard Peabody)
where the wedding was
where water turned to wine
where the best was saved
for last
shsh they're trying to sleep
in the dark wood
of dreamless dreaming--
coughing farting snoring sighing
turning over
where the wedding was
the rolling storm
that is not a storm
flies over
it doesn't feel much
to drop the bomb--
a slight bump
under the wing
the thing is done--
their deaths
like little yapping dogs
rush out
into the nerve-endings of the universe
the bodies stay put,
impossibly still
so it was said in school
Macbeth doth murder sleep--
with so much life to kill
there's no room for sleep
in Qana
where the wedding was
those who sleep, die
the future of sleep
is buried alive
in Qana where the wedding was
the murdered in their sleep
wake just long enough to die
to become the woods
where the wedding was...
they are on the move now,
which is impossible
these impossible dead
growing out of their deaths
into an army of trees
by James Scully
(with thanks to Richard Peabody)
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