with so much loss
of Harmony and Hope
and Humour and Humans
who are denied Healing
in a world so unfeeling
it leaves our senses reeling
and drives our Psyches
and Spirits completely
off the rails
and even the One
who shined a Light
that illumines the dark
with Love
that never fails
or dies
and always tries
to remind us
amidst stark impossibilities
of the possibilities
in the Here and Now
with Promises of what
Is and Is to come
now lying dead
as a doornail
that seems to jam
the Way
to Truth
and Life
what else is left
to do except
Wail out in pain
for a Life
no longer
the same
and a World
twisted and twirled
into a disfigured
configuration of blame
(and secret shame)
and a Heart
no longer beating
with the familiar Rhythm
of Love repeating
and a Psyche
hellbent on retreating
into a space
where it will
not be feeling
the incessant agony
but through withdrawal
will feel something
like safety instead
yet while everything
around us screams
bloody murder
and relentless rage
nothing seems
to come out
of our mouths concretely
but Wordless Cries
and Silent Sighs
of anguish discretely
and the Wail
that resounds
and prevails
most persistently
and powerfully
is the one
that pounds
in our heads...
Help Us.
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('An Archaeology of Silence: The Virgin Martyr St. Cecilia (Ndey Buri)' © Kehinde Wiley)
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