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Thunder storm

Crack thunder over head
flash crackle of lightning
nothing the gods said:

Stretch your words across the sky
illuminate the stark, skeletal
trees of a northern winter

Rumble roar-nothing-fled
echo, reverberate,
all around my desperate head,

Hidden clouds drop hail-rain
like frozen tears pelting down
on a world turning dead and lonely

With a clownish frown
on a world tumbling
down in Gaza city

Down, down the chances offered by the gods
the night sky wears a stlnking-frown,
a clown’s painted-on smile
and all around the killing fields,

A curve of white grease paint,
a mile wide, eight miles high,
definitely not heaven-sent,
splashed all across black sky
a chiaroscuro of exploding death

The moon offers no respite
from interminable bombings day & night
light suffuses right through
the clouds of concrete

Enter the tightness of a beating heart
saturated, now, as the storm subsides:
satiated with the blood and thunder
of a genocide

Infecting even these lonesome, English eyes
a lack of that mandatory fooling-disguise
which hides what is really always there
souls trapped in this thinnest of air.



◄ Late November

Written at a time of great cruelty and deceit ►


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John Marks

Sun 3rd Dec 2023 16:26

Thank you so much Pete, Holden, Hugh, Red, Stephen A, Stephen G and, of course, you dear Keith. The brutality of Israel's assault on the children of Gaza leaves me speechless and bereft, an indelible stain on Jewish history.

"An old man in Gaza held a placard that read: “You take my water, burn my olive trees, destroy my house, take my job, steal my land, imprison my father, kill my mother, bombard my country, starve us all, humiliate us all, but I am to blame."" Noam Chomsky: The Assault on Gaza

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keith jeffries

Sat 2nd Dec 2023 19:54

With great eloquence and a quality of expression you take the reader to where he does not want to be. Many will need more than a thunderstorm to bring the awful reality of Gaza to their dull consciousness.
Thank you for this,

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