October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments
The threat is real to our ability-
Pursues, meets, and contains our goals.
So simple, so complex, secrets of lost souls-
My story of the man on bended knee…
The picture parts, then returns in my mind.
The towers fell with hope to find…
Emotional, intellectual discord does not cease.
How things will be, remains behind-
The elite, inconvenient cast, humankind.
Worn down, scared repeatedly, no time for peace.
On edge, obtain the easy, harm.
Forces slow down, heighten sense of alarm.
Indications from variety of sources-
Guard the strategy; assemble the play.
Dangerous hours from death any day-
Final moment of caution, here comes the horses.
The will and twitching of muscles on the battlefront-
Emergencies, excessive and prolonged in the hunt-
Blood pressure rising, swinging-
Anger explodes in violence.
All these protests do, do not make sense.
The chemical changes are deeply troubling.
Suffering, shaking, where is home?
Front lines with the wounded, I roam.
The rules of war, all the questions on death-
No death, life after life after a terror attack.
The ringing in the ears, which has your back?
Perspire with stomach cramps; take one long breath.
Rapid and shallow, slow and deep inhale fright-
The flushed faces prepare to fight.
Hands are trembling; balance is unsteady, steady.
Rapid thoughts, forgetfulness and even hallucinations-
Are intense, the paranoia of all the nations-
Preparations, we are really never ready.
Waiting, wondering where each other goes…
Into the darkest corners stand our foes.
© Sonya Rose