Murder

The river that no one can cross
The mountain rising unscalable
Dawn promise that cannot last
Sun setting beyond recall.

A haunted winter comes
At bleak summer’s end
Birds falling from smoky skies
Clamor over false choices

Murder in the street
Murder in high places
Sanctified Red White Blue
Murder in hospitals, murder
Blessed in churches

In public, in private, in the dark
In the company stockholder meeting
Murder alone in the crowd
White knee pressed into black neck
Murder by false dichotomy.

I will not celebrate the murders
Of my ancestors, will not avert
My eyes though history’s bloody
Haze hides truth and lies together,
The lines clear only to the ignorant, 
The deceitful, and the knave.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae