A man who was wounded during Thursday night's suicide bomb attack, lies in a hospital in Hilla, about 100 km (60 miles) south of Baghdad, February 2, 2007. Two suicide bombers killed 45 people and wounded 150 when they blew themselves up at a crowded market in the Iraqi town of Hilla on Thursday, police said.
REUTERS/Mushtaq Muhammad (IRAQ)
Bone Song
by Tom Lavazzi
It doesn’t turn anymore
the worn stone
the seasons halted at winter
I remember
when two bones, rubbed together
made people laugh
and weep at times
now, many rest
like broken marionettes
in shallow pits
It will always be cold
The new bread
common and tasteless
is no longer made here
warm like a cat
And vacant carriages
with wheels deaf as faces
never leave the pale houses
Yet I stay a moment longer
at the table
looking at the waxed and wired skull
wondering how to answer it
The eyes, no eyes
already have begun
to reclaim
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I witness.
peace
for a wounded man...
Peace.
Witness.
You, Andrew Marvell
by Archibald MacLeish
And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth’s noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night
To feel creep up the curving east
The earthy chill of dusk and slow
Upon those under lands the vast
And ever climbing shadow grow
And strange at Ecbatan the trees
Take leaf by leaf the evening strange
The flooding dark about their knees
The mountains over Persia change
And now at Kermanshah the gate
Dark empty and the withered grass
And through the twilight now the late
Few travelers in the westward pass
And Baghdad darken and the bridge
Across the silent river gone
And through Arabia the edge
Of evening widen and steal on
And deepen on Palmyra’s street
The wheel rut in the ruined stone
And Lebanon fade out and Crete
High through the clouds and overblown
And over Sicily the air
Still flashing with the landward gulls
And loom and slowly disappear
The sails above the shadowy hulls
And Spain go under the the shore
Of Africa the gilded sand
And evening vanish and no more
The low pale light across that land
Nor now the long light on the sea
And here face downward in the sun
To feel how swift how secretly
The shadow of the night comes on.
Peace, and witness
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