Sunday, May 29, 2016

The Dead Speak



"Góndola del tiempo", de Héctor Valdivia.
wikimedia commons



Families gather 
under sheltering sky, 
mourning their dead,
who passed
out and under too soon
toasting memory
with fried chicken and soda,
the heralds of summer..

We too
gather our baskets
and blankets,
a bottle of lemonade
and one of sweet tea
amid black breads
and stinky cheeses,
head for the beach,
climb rocks until our toes
find crabs scuttling
in angry protest
their fiefdoms
interrupted.


I have trouble mourning your dead
I have my own, 
refugees in unmarked graves.
I run from them
from the bombs and the smell of the dead,
their Slavic syllables
of death, a scree in the wind.


Our blood drenches, like yours,
only the land is different
and the way we remember.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2016


For Poets United



23 comments:

  1. This is a profoundly thoughtful poem, Audrey. I am most struck by "I have trouble mourning your dead. I have my own." The death tolls mount week by week, no end in sight. The world is in a sad plight.

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  2. I have trouble mourning your dead
    I have my own,
    refugees in unmarked graves.

    Such depth and power in your verse..!

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  3. I so understand.. there are other graves to mourn, and there are other ways... maybe we should all remember these days of the ones that made our lives what it is.

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  4. So very thoughtful....and wow these words were powerful:

    'I have trouble mourning your dead
    I have my own,
    refugees in unmarked graves.
    I run from them
    from the bombs and the smell of the dead,'

    Every culture and country has such sorrow...we are all alike in this...so sad.

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  5. There is commonality even in the differences. A discerning and heartfelt piece, Audrey.

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  6. There are so many dead to mourn. Sometimes it is hard to know what is the difference "your dead" and "ours." Sadly ALL blood drenches.

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  7. There is so much to grieve in this world. Your poem brings that to light so vividly. Good writing Audrey.

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  8. How very noble to remember too there are the unfortunates who struggle to survive. Sadly though while we struggle to rake a living they struggle to survive the bombings. How cruel the strong is against the weak! Very true Audrey!

    Hank

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  9. Powerful and poignant - it tugs at that universal chord of grief shared by all humankind. One of the few commonalities left to us, it seems, in these mean and troubled times. Beautiful writing, Audrey.

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  10. Agreeing with everyone this is a very powerful and well crafted poem.

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  11. "Our blood drenches, like yours," there's so much truth and helplessness in the line...a heartfelt and poignant write Audrey...

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  12. We understand others grief but it is our history and our people we mourn. We are who they were and our sadness is our own. However in mourning and remembering we are keeping our families alive. This is a most moving and powerful poem.

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  13. 'Toasting memory with fried chicken and soda' - somehow speaks volumes and enhances the message.. every death should be remembered..most importantly every life should too although it seems some in this world are seen as disposable..

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  14. This is as powerful as anything you've written. It hits you right between the eyes but does not allow you to fall. Just excellent.

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  15. Yes, as others have said, very powerful, thoughtful and beautiful.

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  16. Awesome and most powerful poetry Audrey.

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  17. Powerful. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  18. So strong Wendy, brilliant last three lines...

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  19. I am held in your piece, a moment frozen in time....

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  20. The 3rd stanza digs at my soul... I completely understand the feeling.

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  21. your poem reminds me of how different cultures remember their dead.
    absolutely rivetting poem. i loved the last stanza. it sort of sums up the whole poem. :)

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  22. All lives are precious. I think mourning is really a difficult thing to do. Powerful stuff, Audrey

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  23. I agree that this is a thought-provoking, powerful, and relatable poem. I keep rereading "I have trouble mourning your dead…" - so honest and true.

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