Inspired by the random words of the previous post.
The destruction of Sennacherib has been told, and the wolf falling down on the fold we know well, and the silver tongues urging the uplifted spears of the cohorts all gleaming in purple and gold.
Will you come to the seashore and sift through the tides, for the booty of war that’s washed up on the rocks? Will you lend half an ear to the guiltless who cry, to the mothers who weep, to the mothers who die?
There is nowhere to hide from the sickness we spew, no earth magic saves from the death we have forged, for we worship the power of bright shiny steel, and sacrifice women to religious zeal.
I toss a bottle in the sea, watch until it’s lost to sight. Like Lir’s children, tossed from sea to loch through storm and crashing waves, it drifts unchanged and undiminished.
Not in pure white feathers clad, its coloured label fading with the sun, but smeared and greened with algae, for three hundred years it sails, condemned to never let its atoms free.
Three hundred years again before it finds a different sea, an ocean broad as half the world, and carried in the currents, jostled by a million lost semblables, it joins the continent of plastic trash.
Perhaps in three hundred years again, when time has put an end to our earthly reign, the sorry debris, our eternal badge of shame, will sink like human bones, to rest among the corals and the last of all the pearls.
What can I say about the morning, the light that grows between the streaks of rain, the bare earth showing dark between dry stalks, the bleached brown hue that hangs in cloud and bathes the fields, the dusty, tired feel despite the cool?
There is no time to soak dry eyes on this soft scene, because the sun will soon be back, the chiff-chaffs say, (song speeding as the blue appears), because the damp will dry, and we will walk on toast crumbs.
Only the feral cats on silent feet will stalk the naked meadow, among sprung grasshoppers and quick, shadowy voles— needs must.
We sink back into torpor, prepare to close the shutters tight.