As far as my overpoached mind can ponder & research, I can't find the RubDMC post for today.
And I checked the other places where he posts it.
I can't post an image....I thought of bombsmoke arising from around a beautiful historic mosque that I saw on BBC.
Best poem in an emergency:
(by Lou Lipsitz, 1967 -from the volume I ripped off from the library of New Trier High School, mea culpa)
Political Poem
Behind me I hear the sad commands
of confused military.
From a window over my head
come the edicts of the legislatures of madness,
no longer able to keep itself secret.
I am running down an alley of filthy centuries;
of lies as implacable as gravity.
I hear ordinary people,
turned into executioners, rejoicing in their victories.
I see a man's hand rusting like a mineral
in the pathetic formations of politics.
I watch typhoons of whips and bewilderment
growing in the brains of children.
Behind every dream stands a battalion of deranged bones.
And I know none of us
will ever enter the warm mouth of the sea.
We will never learn of delicate animals,
of tenderness,
of the silver children of felicities.
We will never enter
the great structure of clear eyes
that lives in the cells of our hands.
Tonight, as always, men sleep,
but nations are awake.
Loneliness drifts across the landscape
like gas.
Plans are made
and many are dying.
Like a shell fragment,
sorrow rips open the brain.
And my eyes,
two soldiers seeking shelter,
continue their journey
through the time of detonations and losses.
Read RubDmc's Iraqi Witness diary every day, and recommend it!