Friday, 6 May 2011

A Public Death

They arrived as shadows, silent fluid shapes
Seventy men ,armed avengers
No match for casual guards, wives and children
Bullets drilled the fate of the five dead
Played out on a screen in real time

A lifeless corpse, drained of blood
Stripped of possessions, dumped.
From anonymity to notoriety
Then consigned to oblivion.
A private affair

The towers had crumbled as dust
Madrid baked in incendiary heat
Helpless passengers mercilessly interred
Paradise blown to hell
Played out on a screen in real time

Wild crowds danced in jubilation
Lacking only a head carried aloft
Wide-eyed with hate, dizzy with revenge
The cameras caught every whoop of
A private affair

From darkness comes darkness
From light comes light
In life as in death, what’s right is right.

1 comment:

  1. Well put, Gary. If you want to dance, find a dance floor, not a dead man's grave.