This has been a tragic week with a lot of significance around human suffering and the long road we have come and still have to go. I have battled to make sense of the events so I have written a poem about what I feel is at the core of all these events: FEAR
Dark Man’s Feast
Come, take shelter and rest at my table,
Lay down the weight of your weariness,
Let this Supper feed and cradle,
A head and heart steeped in ceaseless worry
Come, a seat remains open on my left,
The right sits the Master of this house,
He never leaves
He remains bereft
of all the wonders of the world
You see friend he has been with us for centuries
He has taught us to
Unspeak
Undance
Unbe
He promised a reprieve, a safety from earthly disease
COME fair traveller and feast on His bounty
He brings with him
Unlived lives
Uncoloured dreams
Stunted feeling
Its an acquired taste I admit but it fills the emptiness
COME now, all He asks in return is but the small price of your heart,
He will lock it securely in HIS chest
You will remain but with a small hole in your breast
A hole that can whistle at night
When winds of promise blow
BUT
The Dark Man reminds you of your exchange during this sad tune
He has formed from past and present hurt
He was there in the trenches of wars of prejudice and hate
He was there when nuclear clouds settled in the air and souls in wake
He was there in the structures of racial oppression
He was there in bullets, fire and destruction
He was there in the massacre of our Brothers and Sisters in Orlando
He was there in the rape and pillage, our human struggles
He holds me, me,
He holds you,
He holds us
on strings in his hands
He smiles ruefully at his Pantomime
In this web we remain, trapped and numbed
COME now, why the hesitation?
It’s a quiet seduction after all
No?
He whispers
“ I will wait…. I will wait for your…
Hunger for vengeance over Peace…
Hunger for safety over Living….
Hunger for comfort over Loving….
I will wait”
I dedicate this post to all the lives lost because of unjustified FEAR.
Love to All
Yahya
You are beautiful my friend an old soul of much wisdom
Thank you dearest Molly, much appreciated as I wander forth