Friday, July 20, 2012

The Dark Night

I heard the bullets firing
For 1,200 miles
Through the Rocky Mountains,
Fields of straw and corn.

I smelled the powder
Drifting with a breeze,
Unseasonably cold
In late July.

I felt the earth beneath me
shiver as the grounds
across a continent,
a nation mourned.

16 comments:

  1. So, so sad, Ben. Words seem so inadequate. I was thinking if it had been one of my children or relatives and I cannot imagine the pain & shock those families must be going through...so senseless and tragic.

    xo,
    Marion

    "Life and death are balanced on the edge of a razor." ~Homer, Iliad

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    1. They are. But sometimes they're all we have.

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  2. your words have much respect and power in them.

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    1. Thanks, Aguilar. I felt really passionate on this one.

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  3. Oh this is so heartfelt here and across the miles..Such a nice tribute Ben..

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    1. Yes, it's truly amazing the distance pain travels.

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  4. And we breathe, Ben, we breathe.

    And cry. Beautiful. Ben.

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    1. Yes, because too often they are one in the same.

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  5. Ben...you are a genuinely gentle soul...and a a good man.
    And one day my friend we will be sitting on writers panels wondering what we did to deserve it :-)

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    1. Oh, yes. We need to get back into our story together.

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  6. thoughtful words on a tragic day.
    nicely done ben.

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  7. Yes, very carefully and beautifully written..reality puncturing the sky..jae

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