Week 261 // Enemies

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Wine stain star
Out in the universe
It spins around and around
Consuming everything
Wake up
We’re not enemies
By the end of things
You’ll be just like me
But it happens again and again
It happens again and again

Down down down
In the catacombs
Cast away beneath the edge of the park
You’ll find a hundred potter’s bones
And wake up
At the end of things
I’ll look just like them
And you’ll look just like me
Still we do it again and again
We do it again and again

I like to listen to the news before I head to work in the morning. Lately my day starts with a bowl of oatmeal and the BBC World Service on NPR. That’s the kind of guy I am. This morning the news was understandably all about Paris. I sat with my cinnamon flavored sludge and pondered the situation boiling over all around the world. It’s shitty. Everyone’s got enemies. We’ve got more than just about anybody.

I’ve long been aware that New York’s Washington Square Park is a former Potter’s Field. Not far beneath the cheerful academic setting of my recent graduate studies there lay untold numbers of nameless dead. I was reminded of this a week or two ago when I read that mass tombs have recently been rediscovered there by workers updating some infrastructure or another. Photographs of the tombs are macabre. Scattered piles of miscellaneous human bones and broken coffins abound under ancient stone arches. These people had faces. They had names. So do our enemies. So do we.

Time, the world, the universe and all its powers conspire to destroy us, yet we hasten their work by making enemies while we wait. We’ll all be anonymous dead sooner than we’d like. We’ll all be the same. Aren’t we already the same? Why not reach for understanding while we still have names and faces?


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One thought on “Week 261 // Enemies

  1. Your blend of beautiful music and your profound words is an expression of real art. Art that informs by forcing the hearers to confront more than just their own petty and self serving concerns. It is a search for the common threads that join us but are hidden by fear and greed that often obscure the best that is in us.

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