2009-06-10
the lives of thousands rest on his shoulders
the enemy is vile and wily
he is strong enough to carry this weight
he is strong enough to meet this enemy
he is strong, he is brave
he is willing to die for what is right
these people, if you can call them that
care for nothing, value nothing
they do not respect life as we do
they do not treasure family and god
he must be strong, he must be brave
he must be willing to die for what is right
he has prepared for this moment
for this, he was born
for this, he worked to become strong
for this, he is brave, for this
he is strong enough to save
his own kind, he is strong, he is brave
the enemy is vile, and wily, but weak
weak, they are tatters at the edge
of our genetic fabric, they must be cut
out, such contamination must be
cleansed lest it ... no, he will not think
of it, he is strong, he is willing to die
he is willing to kill, he is willing to die
for this, for right, for strength, for god
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Posted by: gautami tripathy | 11 June 2009 at 06:07 AM
Hrm....I'm intrigued by what I read, but I do find it a little hard to connect with your speaker. Why was he born for this? Who are they? Who is the enemy? It's hard for me to get a clear picture. But I do think the piece has potential, and I do like how you string the idea out between stanzas, as if a stream-of-consciousness thing, like we're watching someone think.
Posted by: Nicole Nicholson | 11 June 2009 at 06:42 AM
I'm with Nicole. Intrigued, but a bit confused. I like it, it has a wonderful flow and sounds like me when I talk to myself...sometimes.
Interesting thoughts in your poem.
Posted by: Mark S. | 11 June 2009 at 07:15 AM
maybe it's just me--but I'm thinking Dr. George Tiller?
I like the way the poem flows, and the way you leave things open to interpretation.
Your blog is beautiful!
;)
Posted by: angie | 11 June 2009 at 07:31 AM
I think my favorite couplet here is
the enemy is vile, and wily, but weak
weak, they are tatters at the edge
-- I like the assonances of "vile" and "wily," the repetition of "weak<' and that image "tatters at the edge" (even though I realize I just cut this couplet away from its enjambment -- I like it even on its own.)
Posted by: Rachel Barenblat | 11 June 2009 at 08:17 AM
Thank you for this poem. My take is that this is about James von Brunn.
Posted by: Laura | 11 June 2009 at 11:17 AM
The depth of this works so well with the question - surely there are many this could/would fit...life is about carrying the weight in the best possible way. Nice work!
Posted by: Tumblewords | 11 June 2009 at 11:35 AM
I'm so pleased you find Watermark beautiful -- I just recently did a major redesign, and beautiful is what I want.
I was thinking about the several domestic terrorists who have acted in the past few weeks, and how they convince themselves that they have the right to murder 'the other' --
I *don't* think we have the right to murder, so it was a challenge to evoke that mindset, and I don't know that I've done it. But a part of it, maybe.
Posted by: sbpoet | 11 June 2009 at 11:47 AM
Thank you, Rachel, for this attention to the craft.
Posted by: sbpoet | 11 June 2009 at 11:51 AM
Yes, him, too...
Posted by: sbpoet | 11 June 2009 at 11:52 AM
I'll have to give this some thought. I was trying, in my way, to demonstrate that it does not matter who the enemy is -- that to a mind like this, all that matters is that he *have* an enemy -- that the assassins who think they have entirely different values and goals are, in fact, all the same.
Posted by: sbpoet | 11 June 2009 at 11:54 AM
I like the control I sense in this poem. You are disgusted with these people but you don't let yourself stoop to their level. Well done!
Posted by: Linda Jacobs | 11 June 2009 at 05:25 PM
Unfortunately there are so many specific horrors that could be said to speak to the speaker. But what I thought of was the murder of the abortion doctor.
The vagueness works, unfortunately too well, not due to the poet's voice but the world we live in.
Posted by: Deb | 11 June 2009 at 06:53 PM
Now that I've read the previous comments and your replies I see that I "got it." Not that I am all that smart, but because the poem works as it does.
Posted by: Deb | 11 June 2009 at 06:56 PM
Thanks, Deb -- good to know.
Posted by: sbpoet | 11 June 2009 at 08:45 PM