Friday, 22 March 2013

To Apollo, Over OR Shining a Light on Blood, Sweat and Tears

Old gods, new ways, first dawn, last sunset…world ending with a bang or a whimper, I wonder?

Nature may well hold most if not all the answers, but wears them close to its heart, and who can blame it given humankind’s compulsion for getting its own way no matter who gets hurt or what damage done in the process…?

Nature, of course, will endure long after humanity has failed to learn from its worst mistakes.

As for humankind, we can but trust that those faceless mandarins stalking the corridors of power across the world may yet be named, shamed, and replaced by those whose feeling for humanity and humankind’s obsession with (greener?) pastures new is  not above demonstrating some old-fashioned common sense.


Broken statues in the dust,
signifying one historic dawn,
shooting long shadows

Far, far the shadows fly
across our much scarred land
like many arrows

Into a scholar’s dugout
one arrow flies just as surely
as Apollo’s early rising

Red sun in our dust
making broken statues weep
and bleed for us

Copyright R. N. Taber 1999; 2013

[Note: This poem has been slightly revised from an earlier version that first appeared in the poetry magazine Meridian (1999) and subsequently in 1st eds. of  Love And Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation.]

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