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November 16, 1989

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  • November 16, 1989

    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
    Eternity frozen in a moment then
    Dark thuds I feel fragments of
    Brain and bone mixed in the scent
    Of dew-laden grass

  • #2
    A horrible moment of history, in poetic form. You didn’t include the two housekeepers, though.


    • #3
      Muttado1sb, You are indeed correct. This poem was initially censored as The Grass with its commentary. I removed the commentary and retitled it. I am not sure what offence I committed. I wrote this poem as intended to show 1 Jesuit's last moments alive, and what he might have said, what he thought and how he felt. Unfortunately, the mother and her daughter were collateral damage.


      • RhymeLovingWriter
        RhymeLovingWriter commented
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        I'm not sure what happens either Tanner. Glad it was rectified.