DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. --William Stafford

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Ulla-Lulla *

He is gone, forever,
and ever the dim day breaks
and ever the day miscarries.

Bang your head upon the wall,
kick and shout and rage,
scream, weep tears, and pray,

fly out in fury, revolt,
surrender, withdraw,
lie down like a stone.

It will not go away.
Nothing changes.
Nothing changes,

though the stripped rim of the heart break
and the see-saw prattle and clack
of the barefoot dead

scold, cast blame, accuse --
Oh, my God, it's time for bed again,
my God, it's time for bed.

* lullaby

(From: In Willy's House -- For: the children of the bombing at Qana,2006)


AscenderRisesAbove said...

Applause! Wonderfully done. I can feel more and more people rising and speaking out; no longer being afraid - and it gives me hope.

writerwoman said...

Very intense. The picture shocks and the poem makes the children real.

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