Not all of my email is hateful.
This just came into my work email addy today, forwarded from a Christian woman whose son died mysteriously enroute from Iraq to Rammstein.
She sent it to my marksmanship coach, who forwarded it to my war-poetry-loving husband, who passed it to me.
I don't hate Chrisitians, I just prefer the bible as a source of poetry, to a blueprint for twenty-first-century life.
Anyway, whatevs,enjoy. This is some shit.
From: XXXXXXX(xxxxx)
To: QQQQQQQ(qqqqq)
Cc: Henderson, Cassandra M. (CHAYES)
Subject: A Poem
Sent: 12/22/04 11:18 PM
Importance: Normal
I don't know, it works for me.....
TO A TERRORIST
>
> Stephen Dunn
>
>
> For the historical ache, the ache passed down
> which finds its circumstance and becomes
> the present ache, I offer this poem
>
> without hope, knowing there's nothing,
> not even revenge, which alleviates
> a life like yours. I offer it as one
>
> might offer his father's ashes
> to the wind, a gesture
> when there's nothing else to do.
>
> Still, I must say to you:
> I hate your good reasons.
> I hate the hatefullness that makes you fall
>
> in love with death, your own included.
> Perhaps you're hating me now,
> I who own my own house
>
> and live in a country so muscular,
> so smug, it thinks its terror is meant
> only to mean well, and to protect.
>
> Christ turned his singular cheek,
> one man's holiness another's absurdity.
> Like you, the rest of us obey the sting,
>
> the surge. I'm just speaking out loud
> to cancel my silence. Consider it an old impulse,
> doomed to become mere words.
>
> The first poet probably spoke to thunder
> and, for a while, believed
> thunder had an ear and a choice.
