A persistent geography


An epiphany of history

A bloody tear 

In the momentary blindness

Of a sunshine daydream

Of what life could’ve been.


Instead we have

the normal crucifixions

the splatters of human brains

all over underground trains.


In my beginning is my end,

the starting point for music and art

the gulags and the camps

that stretch from  Lahore to Orlando

passing the travesties,

the terrible suras of the Quran and Jewish

Testaments, from place to bloody place

from time to bloody time.


We need old words, older connections, the oldest ways

to pass this time of day;

to solve the sad geographies

Of unresolved philosophy.


Marcus Aurelius  taught us long ago

not to feel exasperated or defeated or despondent

because our days aren't packed with wise and moral actions.

But to struggle back up when we fall

and to celebrate behaving like the merely humans

We truly are.

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John Marks

Sun 13th Aug 2017 01:45

Very shamefully belatedly, thank you, very much indeed Cynthia.

“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.”

― William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 14th Jun 2016 12:48

A provocative poem, well-considered and boldly presented. It covers a lot of ground. I really liked 'the sad geography of unresolved philosophy'. A lot of sensible evaluation preceded Marcus Aurelius, but he certainly hoisted the banner high for European thought. And more widely, of course, in its due time.

I find it appalling that reference cannot be made to the terrorism tactics of ancient peoples as recorded in their 'religious' texts without current societal condemnation. Denying facts is not progressive.

And - political 'geography' is a humanity killer.

Your poem IS thought-provoking.

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