Colony of Statues [News Poem by
Khakjaan Wessington, March 9, 2012]
Think
us a colony—penguins or pinnipeds—
Only
we're grizzlies that line up by riverside
Polishing
pebbles, or carving them... bashing them
Eager
for logos: the pith Michelangelo
Sought
in the marble; the flavor pre-Pantheon
Children
contained and their father contained—and if
He
had a father, then surely the mythos is
Wrong:
we're degenerates, castoffs, inferior—
Smaller
than granules and less than the ancestors—
Even
the best of all human-kinds possible
Cannot
converge with the grace of all origin.
Somehow
in sight of ourselves we've become what we
See
and in sight of ourselves we converge with the
Best
of the origin, best of all possible
Ancestors,
righteousness, mothers, containers for
Atheist
statues resembling epiphany,
Carvings
of planets—we've colonized earth.
“A
Sunnyvale woman who told a neighbor she felt overwhelmed by caring
for her adult autistic son shot him to death before turning her gun
on herself, authorities said Wednesday. Elizabeth Hodgins, 53, shot
her son, George Hodgins, 22, on Tuesday in a bedroom of their home on
the 800 block of Nectarine Avenue, according to police and
neighbors.”
—Will Kane,Demian Bulwa; San
Francisco Chronicle, Thursday, March 8, 2012
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2012/03/07/BAVR1NH8B4.DTL
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