i think about death today
while this country is celebrating death
and justifying the ten year long war
that they all so ignored

go here
see the death
remember what is really going on
remember the young US Troops
and dont forget
the hundreds of thousands
of  innocent civilians that lost their life
due to our nations "revenge" on Bin Laden



Death Alone 

There are lone cemeteries,

tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel :
like a wreck we die to the very core,
as if drowning at the heart
or collapsing inwards from skin to soul.

There are corpses,
clammy slabs for feet,
there is death in the bones,
like a pure sound,
a bark without its dog,
out of certain bells, certain tombs
swelling in this humidity like lament or rain.

I see, when alone at times,
coffins under sail
setting out with the pale dead, women in their dead braids,
bakers as white as angels,
thoughtful girls married to notaries,
coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead,
the wine-dark river to its source,
with their sails swollen with the sound of death,
filled with the silent noise of death.

Death is drawn to sound
like a slipper without a foot, a suit without its wearer,
comes to knock with a ring, stoneless and fingerless,
comes to shout without a mouth, a tongue, without a throat.
Nevertheless its footsteps sound
and its clothes echo, hushed like a tree.

I do not know, I am ignorant, I hardly see
but it seems to me that its song has the colour of wet violets,
violets well used to the earth,
since the face of death is green,
and the gaze of death green
with the etched moisture of a violet's leaf
and its grave colour of exasperated winter.

But death goes about the earth also, riding a broom
lapping the ground in search of the dead -
death is in the broom,
it is the tongue of death looking for the dead,
the needle of death looking for the thread.

Death lies in our beds :
in the lazy mattresses, the black blankets,
lives a full stretch and then suddenly blows,
blows sound unknown filling out the sheets
and there are beds sailing into a harbour
where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral.



‎"I mourn the loss of 

thousands of precious lives,

 but I will not rejoice in the 

death of one, not even an 

enemy. Returning hate for 

hate multiplies hate, adding

 deeper darkness to a night 

already devoid of stars.

 Darkness cannot drive out 

darkness: only light can do 

that. Hate cannot drive out 

hate: only love can do that."

--Martin Luther King, Jr.

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