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[28 Sep 2008|04:30pm] |
TRANSPARENCIES
That the meek word like the righteous word can bully
that an Israeli soldier interviewed years
after the first Infitada could mourn on camera
what under orders he did, saw done, did not refuse
that another leaving Beit Jala could scrawl
on a wall: We are truely sorry for the mess we made
is merely routine word that would cancel deed
That human equals innocent and guilty
That we grasp for innocence whether or no
is elementary
That words can translate into broken bones
That the power to hurl words is a weapon
That the body can be a weapon
any child on playground knows
That asked your favorite word
in a game
you always named a thing, a quality, freedom or river
(never a pronoun never God or War)
is taken for granted
That word and body
are all we have to lay on the line
That words are windowpanes in a ransacked hut, smeared
by time's dirty rains, we might argue
likewise that words are clear as glass till the sun strikes it blinding
But that in a dark windowpane you have seen your face
That when you wipe your glasses the text grows clearer
That when the sound of crunching glass comes at the height of the
wedding
That I can look through glass
into my neighbor's house
but not my neighbor's life
That glass is sometimes broken to save lives
That a word can be crushed like a goblet underfoot
is only what it seems, part question, part answer: how
you live it
( Rich 2002)
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