History

by Christos Polydorou

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A work in progress :

It came
together
at the temporary end

but until it did
there was
uncertainty

and in many cases
fear :

What was
intended
was not communicated  ;

What was
written
was misinterpreted ;

What was  behind the
giving gesture
was misunderstood;

Mixed signals as well
did not assist…

Twas (as it always twas) a question of time and fortuitous timing

A calm wisdom addressed to a flock of guardian angels

They arrived in comforting thoughts…

Meanwhile played we our pastoral
ballads to the wrong century

We lifted a silver spoon
to the child who could hear everything

Centuries of this…

History in the
making
Time in a
shaker
War the
heartbreaker

History in the
making
Written by some
fakers
They raised the stakes
too high

We try
each in our own way
not to die…

I…

Took a pill,
for my maker

Wept for my maker,
by pools with the strawberry moon in it

Called for my maker into the universe

There is not always an immediate response

:

But eventually it
arrives
It was
hurdling
It was
rolling

It was under a
veil
It struck like a
slap

We were
startled
However
our eyes
were opened :

History need not be a tear in a page,
tears on a mother’s cheeks.

It not need be violent men on
plinths.

It need not be monuments
with so many names

you can barely
finish reading the lists.

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