Last night of life…..our Caymanian men are dying of unforgiveness.

I closed my eyes

I held my breath

I clogged my ears

But I could still smell death

The taste was there

On the wind in the night

And it ran its fingers

Around them tight

The last one out

Was like the first one in

Can’t put them back

In the nozzle & start again

Last night of life

Last night into death

First thoughts of fear

Last thoughts of regret

Laid down in the blood

Lifted up without myrrh

Another violent night

And it leaves us in a blur

Cry our bitter tears

Weep and wail our lost,

Beat our grief stricken chests

And still we can’t pay the cost.

I closed tight my eyes

I held in my breath

I clogged my ears

But I could still feel death…..

 

© Alta Bodden-Solomon, 20 September 2011

Overnight two young men lost their lives to violence.  They were the fourth and fifth of this last week do die in savage warfare.  Pointless warfare.  As each little boy dies, the land that bore him cries.  Thank you to Alta for putting our mixed feelings and the pain of our nation into words.

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