o lost

This is not a political statement nor moral judgment. I assign no villain.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/middle_east/7812885.stm

For you who have witnessed “real” modern war, whether in the Balkans, Middle East, et al., these images must lack the surprise element. You already know. You have lived among death and destruction of this sort.

Over the years, the collective ‘you’ have told me of your experiences. This long minute of filmed deformity peals away my visual imaginations. My fairy-tale picture of horror, gore, wreckage, and carnage loses its reality. And is exchanged for a world of a stone, a leaf, an unfound door.

O lost.

“O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among the bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”