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Beach Burial

Thursday, November 11th 2010 @ 10:32 PM    post viewed 5786 times

Beach Burial - by Kenneth Slessor

A preview of the War and Music performance:
Holy Trinity Dulwich Hill on November 14, 2010. 
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Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs

The convoys of dead sailors come;

At night they sway and wander in the waters far under,

But morning rolls them in the foam.

 

Betwen the sob and clubbing of the gunfire

Someone, it seems, has time for this,

To pluck them from the shallows and bury them in burrows

And tread the sand upon their nakedness;

 

And each cross, the driven stake of tidewood,

Bares the last signature of men,

Written with such perplexity, with such bewildered pity,

The words choke as they begin -

 

'Unknown  seaman' - the ghostly pencil

Wavers and fades, the purple drips,

The breath of wet season has washed their inscriptions

As blue as drowned men's lips,

 

Dead seamen, gone in search of the same landfall,

Whether as enemies they fought,

Or fought with us, or neither; the sand joins them together,

Enlisted on the other front.

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AlanLonergan said on Saturday, November 13th 2010 @ 7:29 PM:

Wonderful words.

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Ode to the Maggot

Tuesday, November 9th 2010 @ 9:34 PM    post viewed 633 times

"Ode to the Maggot" by Yusef Komunyakaa

A preview of the War and Music performance:
Holy Trinity Dulwich Hill on November 14, 2010. 
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Brother of the blowfly

And godhead, you work magic

Over battlefields,

In slabs of bad pork

 

And flophouses. Yes,you

Go to the root of all things.

You are sound and mathematical.

Jesus, Christ, you're merciless

 

With the truth. Ontological and lustrous,

You cast spells on beggars and kings

Behind the stone door of Caesar's tomb

Or split trench in a field of ragweed.

 

No decree or creed can outlaw you

As you take every living thing apart. Little

Master of earth, no one gets to heaven

Without  going through you first.

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