There are so many bones on the battlefield.
It is a wonder that where ever we dig,
we don’t find mass graves. It is the passage
of time that dissolves the marrow into potash
and meal. When Richard III was discovered,
buried in a parking lot, how little did he know
about life on the surface, about cars, subways,
Diane and Charles. A new cycle, as opposed to
the poisoned chalice and lute, existed only a few
meters away, topsy-turvy.
Our bones too, will be buried, burnt or blown up
in oblivion. The world carries so many disembowelled
stomachs, hearts, lungs and intestines. A viral stench.
At the battle on St. Vitas Day, 1389, in the marshes
of Kosovo, 14,000 Serbian Christians faced 28,000
Ottoman Turks. 1,000s died on the Field of Blackbirds.
1000s more were beheaded as captives. Later on,
in 1401, the Mongol Tamerlane decimated the victors.
He placed the Sultan’s son in a cage, to be displayed
as a footstool. This was after he seized the harem and
forced Bayezid’s wife, Despina, to serve him, naked.
Hold that thought, while we return back to the bones
and blood that have been dissolved in our century.
Do we own any right to claim respect and dignity
for our Golden Rules and professed immunity.
When baby boys are washed ashore from crowded,
migrant ships, when heroin, cocaine and sex slaves
are traded for diamonds, dollars and prestige, …
when local, gun violence hits the news every night
with warnings of disturbing, graphic video, … …
are you not moved! The weight of the world
is tied down with horrific acts of fire and slaughter.
There are so many bones and internal organs
that are born into our violent, bass-ackward thinking,
where do they all go, where do they all go … …
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of Told In Time, ~ Set For A New Record