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  • The Grass *

    Jostled roughly
    Roused from sleep
    At 3am bleary-eyed and terrified
    You fight to clear your mind –
    What is Happening?

    Sweet Jesus This is not real
    Heart thumping dry-mouthed
    Shallow breathing
    Hallowed be thy name
    Thy will be done

    On earth as it is in heaven
    In the Courtyard now
    With my five Jesuit brothers
    Facedown in the grass
    I think This too shall pass

    I hear the stark order given by
    Lt. Guerra then rat-a-tat
    Thuds I feel fragments of
    Brain and bone mixed with the
    Scent of dew-laden grass

    * On the morning of November 16, 1989, an elite battalion of the Salvadoran Army entered the grounds
    of the Jesuit University of Central America, with orders to kill Father Ignacio Ellacuría – an outspoken critic
    of the Salvadoran military dictatorship – and leave no witnesses. When it was over, the soldiers had killed
    six Jesuit priests, a housekeeper and her daughter in cold blood. The Jesuits Massacre is one of the most
    notorious crimes of El Salvador’s 12-year civil war, which left over 75,000 people dead.

    Last edited by Tanner; 10-14-2018, 03:24 PM. Reason: Last Stanza edited

  • #2
    amenOra, thank you for the Like.


    • #3
      I commented on the first version. I should read from the top of the queue.


      • #4
        Muttado1sb, I answered you on the previous version.


        • #5
          Powerful writing my poet friend. I'd no knowledge of this event before you posted. Thank you.


          • #6
            All critics of power
            stand end of line,
            then would-be clandestine,
            overt mid-Mass ex cathedra
            Romero 3 months later
            adjectival noun Martyr
            Last edited by Johntee; 10-15-2018, 08:01 AM.


            • #7
              This is a graphic, and poetic, account of a terrible atrocity.

              Mankind’s capacity for homicidal sadistic behaviour, is astoundingly pervasive.


              • #8
                Thank you fellow distinguished poets for your Likes and Comments. I am dumbfounded by Mankind's inhumanity to man, and the atrocities that are often committed in the name of Religious or Political ideologies.

                I am reminded of Pablo Neruda's brilliant lines, which says it all in my humble opinion:

                Nobody can claim the name of Pedro,
                nobody is Rosa or María,
                all of us are dust or sand,
                all of us are rain under rain.
                They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
                of Chiles and Paraguays;
                I have no idea what they are saying.
                I know only the skin of the earth
                and I know it has no name.”


                • #9
                  Another atrocity of mankind’s inhumanity to its own kind.


                  • #10
                    need dot cotton to translate.