Aug 2012
(Please see note below*)
they hurt me
first in their lorry load
with a blind foot and
callous eye
then came the others
to shatter my windows to the
indifferent world
that gave birth to them
same as me
but I don’t have the time to disdain
for we are all part of the human strain
I have a story
being penned by the same hand
that wrote the miscreants' creeds
and crafted their sorrowful deeds
they did not see me
when they mowed me down like some wayward ****
or smashed the glass that was once sand
before it was blessed by a fiery hand
but they
they did not cherish the act
of creation
but reveled in desecration
not of my brittle bones and
my aged but glimmering glass
but part of me
they would never see
the story I have to tell
that separates heaven from hell
and me from them
while my eyes can still see
they hurt me
first in their lorry load
with a blind foot and
callous eye
then came the others
to shatter my windows to the
indifferent world
that gave birth to them
same as me
but I don’t have the time to disdain
for we are all part of the human strain
I have a story
being penned by the same hand
that wrote the miscreants' creeds
and crafted their sorrowful deeds
they did not see me
when they mowed me down like some wayward ****
or smashed the glass that was once sand
before it was blessed by a fiery hand
but they
they did not cherish the act
of creation
but reveled in desecration
not of my brittle bones and
my aged but glimmering glass
but part of me
they would never see
the story I have to tell
that separates heaven from hell
and me from them
while my eyes can still see
***This was inspired by a photograph by J A Mortram, the most sensitive and gifted photographer I have ever known. The image and the events J Mortram communicated to me inspired the poem.
This image was of "Jimmy"; he was the victim of a hit and run accident that broke both his legs. When he returned from the hospital, he found vandals had smashed the windows at his house. I have taken the privilege of telling his story in poetic form...and the story of us all sometime in the lengthy book of our lives.
This image was of "Jimmy"; he was the victim of a hit and run accident that broke both his legs. When he returned from the hospital, he found vandals had smashed the windows at his house. I have taken the privilege of telling his story in poetic form...and the story of us all sometime in the lengthy book of our lives.
