Meditations on Messiaen
Why do the people?
Rage, rage …
Sometimes you wake up in the morning
and you realize that you can do no more.
What is it about family split-ups, the ugliness
of a disputed divorce, the glue coming
unstuck in an already unstable marriage,
a financial settlement that satisfies nobody
and impoverishes both sides of a divide?
And how do you bridge that divide
when you are friends with father, mother, children
and the wounds are so deep that everyone wants out,
whatever the costs and whatever it takes?
And what is it about the deliberate wounding
of each by the others, leaving permanent scars
that will never heal over, no matter how hard one tries?
And what is it about lawyers, when too many guests
gather around the Thanksgiving turkey and knives
are out for everyone to take the choicest cuts
leaving nothing but a skeletal carcass,
no flesh on the bones, and the guests all hungry
and their empty bellies rumbling for more, more, more.
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2 thoughts on “Rage, Rage”
This reader felt the pain in the writer’s voice. This was a powerful poem and one not soon forgotten….
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I guess everybody goes through something similar at one stage or another. We become observers of something that is out of our control. One of my friends went through that experience and I wrote the poem for him. A terrible time.